. .” she sniffed in tears. Alicia and I just held her, quietly crying as well. “It’s okay, Tracey,” I finally sniffed, pressing my head agai...st the side of hers. It was all I could say. “Sleep . . . like normal,” she now mumbled in a whisper. “’Night, Trace,” Alicia said, giving her a slow, opened mouthed kiss, still allowing Tracey to breathe through her mouth as she needed to. “’Night, Tracey,” I echoed, kissing her cheek. “We love you.” “Love you, too,” our bald companion quietly. I want to watch you come." By this time, I was hard as a sledgehammer, and explained to her that I masturbate not by hand but by rubbing my cock against the sheets -- or in this case, the hotel comforter -- until I come. Nicole frowned --a kind of pretend frown, more quizzical than even remotely hostile -- and said, "but I want to see your sperm come out, and I won't be able to if you get off on the comforter." "I'll lift myself up," I told her, "just before I come," and she smiled. "Okay," she. Mom kept spitting onto my cock to keep it from drying up. "Go ahead and lay back, Steven," mom said never taking her eyes off my cock.I laid back and closed my eyes. Even though mom was being careful, my cock was still sore and I kept wincing. I didn't think I would be able to cum again. I tried picturing Nina's perky breasts and the woman from dad's dirty magazine, but that didn't seem to help.The sudden knock on my door startled me. I opened my eyes and raised my head."Steve? Are you in. Veronica stroked her hands up his back as his climax waned, and he cuddled her close.In the distance, George heard Debbie reach her own climax, and then Bob shortly after. George continued to nuzzle into Veronica’s neck, kissing down and along her collarbone. Veronica giggled and reclined her head back to give him better access.There was the sound of splashing as Debbie and Bob climbed out of the pool to dry themselves. George had reached Veronica’s breasts when Debbie approached. Her shadow.