The boy didn’t have that big of a dick yet, but it wasn’t a little finger sized nub either. At first, we could only hear that they were whispering... but when the older girl started to kiss the boy they started to speak loud enough for us to mostly hear them.The older girl was telling the little one, who looked like her sister, about how kissing was making her feel and the boy said how it made him feel. French kissing was discussed and demonstrated for a while. The boy was long past too excited. Almost immediately the man begins to moan from the other side.Furiously, she pumps his cock, working her hand trying to make him cum fast. The man just seems like someone that can’t last long, just from the way he moaned. She runs her tongue up and down his shaft which causes him to again moan, this time even louder. She takes him in her mouth where his hardness comes to completion. She bobs her head on his cock and just as she predicted, he is firing off into her mouth, sending his sticky. ..” she gasped as my tongue dipped between turgid, wet lips. “ ... do to pass the time?”She rocked forward, her mouth covering the head of my dick, sucking. My turn to lose concentration.We teased and tickled each other until she said “No more!” and turned around, straddling me. She looked down on me, her smile both angelic and mischievous. “Tell me we’ll still be doing this when we’re eighty.”“Every chance we get,” I said. “I’ll chase your wrinkled old butt around the deck.”“And I will expend. “Stop saying sorry!” “Sor… Ha ha…OK, it‘s a habit.” “How tall are you Greg?” “Six foot three.” “Hmmm…I thought you must be about that.” “Do you like tall men?” He asked. “I don’t mind them. Greg, you know I’m into girls don’t you?” “Are you?” “Yes, but I don’t mind a nice thick cock from time to time.” I saw his Adam’s apple bob and his eyes were virtually burning through my towel. “What do you think about when you masturbate?” I asked. His eyes widened at my question and his mouth opened as if.