..We eventually arrived in Spain, and during the coach journey to the small village of Casares I forgot about having to stay with the girl; the views ...ere breathtakingly beautiful throughout this cute Spanish village, however as we pulled up to the car park where our Spanish people would collect us, it all came flooding back and as I stepped out of the coach I felt very anxious about meeting the girl with whom I would be spending the next week.As I wandered through the car park looking for a. And right before my aunt Lisa and my mom showed up. I went to grab my uncle Joe. And my hand slid down to his cock. He didn't really try to hard to get away. As I held on to it I could feel it growing. My fingers couldn't get all the way around it. It had to be huge. He pulled away right as they showed up in there swim suits. And they all started talking and I was just left swimming by my self think what had just happened. Hey where can I get changed at. We have a pool house just in. And with such passion!!!! Their heads twisted and turned....their lips sucking one minute, lunging the two of them, at least for the moment, unable to get enough of one another.....and all the while his cock remained between her legs...his knob rubbing hard on her clit over her sopping wet knickers...Mark could feel his balls begin tightening, aware his spunk was now well and truly filling them up, churning at the base of his shaft. His seed was seconds away from erupting from the purple head. And worse, if she then knew and saw through my little ploy in trying to cover up my obvious predicament. By the time I had reemerged from my room, dressed in much darker jeans this time, Julie met me at the door, my hardly ever used wheel chair now sitting there waiting for me. In a way, I was almost thankful to see it. At least if I did get another erection this time, I could hide it a little better, though I still felt a bit of a flush spread through my face as we walked outside together.