“Wow, and it still isn’t hard,” I said, in amazement to him.All the while I stroke his cock, it slow grew.By the time his cock was even in my mo...th, it had grown big enough to fill my mouth.In fact it was now so hard that I let it flop out from my hands, as I moved forwards to take it into my open mouth.He moaned softly, as I took my first tastes of his big cock inside my mouth.Getting it’s in my mouth was one thing but because of its thickness, it was an effort just to get a motion going.So I. Of course, later on after we got home, my wife went on and on about how Marcie's parents ought to be ashamed of how ill-fitting the swimsuit was on Marcie and that she paraded around entirely too much, how they were gonna be sorry when she turned into some little slut if they didn't control it now. Sheesh.Now I am on a ladder looking directly into 16 year old Marcie's room and I can see her sitting at her computer this morning. I immediately note she is wearing panties, one of those thong. Our hands never missed a chance to explore our naked bodies, and by the time we were done my cock was rock hard, Oops...We laughed and tickled each other and played grab-ass, and then we got dressed and had breakfast with everyone, it was a simple meal of oatmeal, a banana and whole wheat toast with strawberry jam. We almost had all of our bags packed and ready to go, but a few last minute items, and we all went and finished that chore before the two cabs showed up to take us to the local. Things like sex still made me feel uncomfortable. It made me think though. I have always looked at sex as this untouchable thing that only those privileged enough to get married were able experience. I thought that I had felt the same way as my family did but I have been questioning everything more and more since I had been on my own. Stacey kept talking but I tuned her out to think about other things. Like the fact that this girl is so happy even though she had sex on a regular basis, used.