Not much different from every other day.The main reason I didn't talk about it at Jill's house is because it's nothing special to me. I'm one of those...kids that everybody hates. I hear it or read it once and I remember it forever. Pretty much anything from the rules of grammar to dates to scientific principles. I don't have logarithms memorized but I can place the elements in order and come pretty close to their atomic numbers. Not quite a photographic memory. If anybody gives me any crap about. Sopping was perhaps a better word for it. That mere thought alone never failing to make him hungry, "cock-hungry" for her he'd called it. Sandy's pussy was always so deliciously warm, slick and wet whenever he came to her. Just as it was now. Just as his prick acknowledged, sending back the sensory information to his brain as the feel of her engulfing him so easily, so smoothly until he felt the lips of her pussy actually kissing at the now tight sack of his balls."Hold still," she purred. I bend forward and kiss her slowly while coming to a halt. In time my breathing subsides and I grow soft, not something she seems to be happy with as she takes my cock in her hand. It jumps to attention immediately and becomes almost painfully hard as she takes the entire length into her mouth. She must taste herself as she works her mouth up en down my shaft using her tongue all the while. She is a very skilled at this I realise, must have had enough practice, and that thought alone almost. Tyke said, “I don’t brag ... much. It’s dangerous. And I don’t let nationals know I know what they are saying. I wish ... sometimes ... that I had siblings. Daddy has taken care of that. But, being triplets would be so nice.”Junior appeared in the hatch. “We’re going now.”“Where?”“Atlantic ... about a hundred miles outta the St. Lawrence estuary. We need to go now. Cynthia is closer than she thinks. There’s a short gale where I want to drop us ... and it’s night.”We checked out but the Port.