He was hard, too. We dried off and went into the tent. Neither of us got dressed. Finally he asked if I wanted to jerk off with him. So, we jerked off...together. We didn’t jerk each other off. It’s possible I would have done so if he asked, but he didn’t. We each slept in our own sleeping bags that night and never talked about it again.” This was getting pretty deep. We were revealing secrets about ourselves, and it was my turn to reveal. “I had a similar experience. Five of us guys always hung. The hands were triggering zones of sensual excitement as the tongue was making my juices flow… No, pour out of my pussy lips. Suddenly a tongue was triggering one of my erogenous zones – but how could that be – my clip was already getting an overdose of pleasure. This second tongue, which was long and firm and curly, massaged in and around my ear sending me over the top with an enormous orgasm like I had had only a few so strong, before. Who was the owner of this tongue, and how did they get in. She wasn’t much over five feet, dark-brownish hair, slim, but with a pair of amazing legs. Her short red dress showed them off to perfection. I had no idea who she was, but I knew she hadn’t lived here last summer, there was no way I could miss her. Her partly Asian heritage clearly showed in her attractive face and skin tone.As the gathering went on, I tried to keep tabs on her, someone always seemed to have her engaged in conversation. She was very sociable and obviously very popular. I’m not. We then decided to go back into the house and see what else would happen.As we came back into the lounge from the cinema a young black guy started to chat to us – well really he was chatting to Tilly and coming on to her. I could see he was attracted to her and got the distinct feeling that she fancied him. So a few minutes into the conversation I asked him where his partner was – he pointed to a corner where a 30 something black girl was busy with several guys and women and said “She is busy.