I wasnt quite facing Mike when he reached out and rubbed his hand across my nipple. When I looked at him he quickly said he was sorry but there was a ...arge chunk of mud on my tit. I looked down and said I also have mud on my other tit, you better rub it off also. He hesitated then took water and washed off my other tit, then washed the other tit with a little more fondling this time. My nipples had gone stiff and when I looked down I could see he had a hard on. Mike then continued to wash the. That made me even more popular with the girls than with the boys, in whom I had but a passing interest.No, I'm not into girls. It's just that I paid attention to Mom when she gave me her little lectures about sex and discretion. I was quite satisfied with my own fingers — and my hidden vibrator — whenever I got the 'urge.' It amused me, forgive my arrogance, to know that when I paid the slightest attention to one of the boys at school, he would likely go home and spank his monkey while imaging. "As a matter of fact I did."Rob said nothing, just continued scooping for a moment before looking up to see if Bryan was going to elaborate.Bryan cleared his throat. "I worked for the phone company," he said. "I bought the land for about a thousand an acre. It was a significant chunk of change, but nothing really huge. I had it in savings at that point." Silver and I looked at several house designs and we wanted something both unusual enough to reflect how eccentric we are, and how we were both. My throaty, passion filledcries escaped my body as if they were being forced out ofme with every pummel onto his dick. "I'm goingto cum, " I screamed out. He joined in, moving hiships, meeting mine in the middle of each stroke. My bodyfroze, caught up in ecstasy like a deer caught in headlights.I was held there suspended in an agonizing need, on the edgeof the highest cliff wanting to dive into a sea of lubriciousgratification. But my body would not relent. My breathwas caught in my throat. He.