We stood up, both with full on boners and our little knobs poking out of the foreskin. “Hey Bob” said Father Fred “You seem to have grown a bit ...oday.” He soaped his hands again and started to massage Bob’s anus, balls and prick. Then it turned into a definite wank with two fingers and a thumb, the little foreskin being pushed back on each down stroke. Sandra was also feeling me with her soapy hands and she actually pushed a finger into my anus as she was wanking me. I knew this wouldn’t take. Well there wasn’t much else she could do so she drank as much as she could the rest flooding out of the sides of her mouth falling onto the lower half of her sari dressed body.“That wasn’t so bad was it?”, as I pulled out of her. She obviously liked the taste because she licked me clean. “Oh shit”, she said as she saw her black strapped watch on her lovely thin wrist. “We’ve been away from the wedding for almost two hours.”“Two hours! Shit”, I said smiling and not really giving a fuck. She. ‘I’ve grown pretty attached to it, I don’t think so…but if I do decide to sell it I’ll let you have first dibs on it.’ She sat down on an overstuffed chair and sipped her wine. ‘Hey Brent, when we’re finished eating I’ll give you a trim, you know…the funeral parlour is tomorrow.’ Lydia reminded him. ‘Fully aware of it, but I didn’t think it looked that bad.’ He ran his fingers through it.’ ‘It’s the least I could do.’ Lydia said ‘Can we at least eat first?’ Sybil asked. ‘I’m ravenous.’ ‘What. He didn't act shocked and replied “No, that's quite alright and it feels good”. I kept massaging his cock and it very quickly grew to a very respectable size; long, slender and rock hard. My memory is not too clear as to how and when we took the next step/steps – sucking/jack him off – but that soon became a regular pleasure. TS stayed at the resort for some time, purchased property connected to the resort and felt quite at home but he was somewhat unsettled and longed for Baltimore and his.