But it doesn't feel like that anymore. I know that it wasn't just an animal thing. I really loved them, and -- and they loved me. What we did -- well,...it probably will never happen again..."He saw his mother's head bob up. "That's not what your aunts say," she told the window.Trevor ignored the interruption. "But I'm not going to apologize because it happened once. There's nothing wrong with it, no matter what everybody else says. We all were willing to do it, you know."As he finished, his. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I heard was Sam groaning. The weak rays of the morning sun in my eyes wiped out my slumber.Sam was hugging the tree trunk like a lover, his arms and legs locked around it. Naomi was laying on a branch with her feet against the trunk. We were still naked. I looked down and saw the lion must have left during the night. When my feet hit the ground I was ready to jump back if the lion showed so much as a whisker.Scouting around to make sure. She felt a quivering between her legs, like a rubber band stretched to the breaking point. If he touched her there, she thought, she would explode. She wanted him to touch her there.Instead, when he reached the point where her thigh met the chair and could go no further, she felt him withdraw. A moment passed. She held her breath. And then felt his tongue again, now at the top of her other thigh. Again, the glacially slow descent. Oh god, no...please... Halfway down her thigh she felt. Saskia’s idea. Bonkers, if you ask me. Talk about sabotaging your game plan. We both serviced three cocks at a time last year. That’s how we got through them so fast. But Saskia insisted.The time to beat was twenty-two minutes and forty-five seconds. That had been some going for sixteen blow-jobs and it was a whole two minutes quicker than 2015. And that, of course, was for fifteen cocks. We were rubbish, weren’t we? Beginner’s nerves, I think.Anyway, Saskia’s pride and Rob’s money were riding.