"Suck it!" I am soashamed, and, sobbing like a little girl, I open my mouth and take thehead in with some difficulty. The smell of it assaults my nose... and, asmy lips and tongue touch the skin, I shudder overwhelmed with thehumiliation and indignity if the situation. My dickette, however, isscreaming for release, held bent down inside the tight cup. "Oh, enoughwith the touchy-feely crap" - he grabs my head and pushed his dickroughly in, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. I try to. I had trouble tearing my eyes away from her erect nipples. Not that she didn’t want me to notice.We settled into the Bug and started our trip.The sun beat down on the small car as warm breezes blew through the open windows. It wasn’t a long trip to the sandy shores of our favorite beach.It’s not clothing-optional, but nobody else was around. So she untied her top and let her breasts free after we’d settled our towel on the sand. She passed me the suntan lotion and I started to work on her back.. Of course Gina praised Zoë for doing such a good job so I didn’t let on. Then I looked down at Zoë sucking on my cock and it did feel good. Soon I was finally hard and after drinking all of that water I was sure that I could pee like a racehorse. So I put on a really good show for the three girls. Mostly I wanted to show Gina who was the better man. I was proud of myself as I actually stepped back far enough to stand in the tub while wheedling a stream that would have made Superman proud. I. Whoever would have thought that Verne's goody-goody wife ran around the house in a get-up that even his own uninhibited wife Clare would have thought a bit risque? It just didn't go along with the prissy way Sandi had of wrinkling her nose and frowning when someone told an off-color joke, or the shocked looks she'd shot at Clare when the older girl had come over one hot afternoon in a skintight T-shirt sans brassiere. In fact, the only way he could figure it was that she must have a lover - why.