She missed rubbing my pussy and moved up until she reached my big tits. She poured more hot oil on them and started kneading my breasts and gently rub...ed oil over and onto my hard nipples. She said you have beautiful breasts. She said your nipples are extremely hard. I said yes, they get that way. She asked if I am enjoying the massage. I said absolutely as she slowly moved towards my pussy making me crazy with excitement. I could feel my pussy juices building up and hoped she would give me. He looked like he was packing a whopper. He quickly turned and warned us to finish up as he readjusted his big boner, just like Willy Flattery had done when I kissed him a few weeks earlier. I realized getting guys excited . . . could be very fun. Later that Night at the Campfire The day's activities had been a lot of fun and we were all sitting around the campfire telling stories and even singing dumb songs. Mr. Forester was sitting next to me and I was very excited that he was there. There. .. The tension in your body is growing again, so I let go one more. I squat down and you feel my arms curl around your legs, my hands between them. Slowly I move upwards, so that my hands are closing in on your private parts, higher and higher until i can't go higher. You feel my hands slide along barely touching anything, but you can feel one of my fingertips thorugh the fabric of your pants sliding over your cock...And then I stand up again, still behind you. In one motion I let my hands. ~~~One Year Later ~~~"Hiya Winnie. Hey, have you ever had a guy whose dick was so big that when he stuck it in you he didn't even need to move it and it already felt good?"The casually delivered question nearly caused him to spew breakfast cereal all over the couch. It was wrong on three levels. First, "Winnie" was just an irritating nickname for Winston. (Winston's full name was Winston Churchill Kendall. Only a history professor and his avid anglophile wife would conceive of naming their 21st.