He half expected his dick to grow hard again, but it wasn’t. Evidently it was done for the day, and it remained shriveled and unmoving. “Did I we...r you out already?” she asked as she came to halt directly in front of him. “Is your little dickie too tired to fuck me?” He didn’t have an answer for her. It was embarrassing to admit that it probably was. I mean…here he was, living his fucking personal wet dream, and his dick was shot out and done before it was even getting started good. “Maybe. Gerry seemed to really love my pussy. He said it was the prettiest he had ever seen. I didnt ever think of pussies as being pretty. But he said my skin was so soft, smooth and white with lovely pink rose petals at the centre and he even called my clit a rosebud. David, he actually spent a whole hour eating my pussy as he called it. Oh it was wonderful. He used his fingers in my hole playing with my g-spot. Do you remember I told you about that earlier? I have never had such a wonderful time in. Fucking hell, the bitch was licking my cock, I never knew this happened for real, only in dreams. Then it was in her mouth and she was sliding it in and out, oh fuck it felt good. Then when I thought it could get no better, it did, she kept the tip in her mouth and began stroking it with one hand while to other one stroked my balls. It was too much? “I’m cumming” I called out, expecting her to take it out and jerk me off, but she didn’t, she kept doing exactly the same, stroking gently,. .We were so turned on!. The soft silky feel of the sleeping bag innards mixed with now two sweaty and hard teen bodies and the danger of someone awakening made my balls shiver! "Does it feel good?" He asked. I was speechless and nodded "Yes."We were rubbing our hard cocks against each others hairless and smooth thighs like two machines in a opposing rhythmic movements. Our arms embraced over our backs, I could feel the weight of his balls and cock drag against my thigh in an inferno of heat!.