I didn't bother to get back under the rug when I returned to the fire, just crouched completely naked before it, and stirred the soup powder into the ...oiling water with a twig. It felt a bit naughty, but quite natural, to be crouching like that, thighs spread letting the heat of the flames to radiate to my shrunken, dangling cock. When I turned to Mom with the pot of soup I saw that she had found a mug of her own and was waiting eagerly. She held out her mug as she giggled,"It doesn't look. "Go on, go on," she gasped.I did. Memory had been true, she was a terrific lay, selfless, cooperative, energetic and grateful, throbbing within when she came, lubricating us for further pleasure and then encouraging us to discover it. I might have tried some more imaginative positions, but the lack of headroom limited our fleshy permutations.Twice was barely enough for her, and I held her atop me after she had loosed a screech the second time that might have frightened the horses or raised the. Brian was still wanking so I shuffled over to him and he followed Tom's lead and directed his orgasm towards me and added to my cum shower with several spurts which landed on my stomach and legs. After that I need to go and wipe myself down, the smell of all three loads of spunk mixed together was quite strong and very sexy.A couple of weeks later I went to see Tom on Saturday as usual and after we both spent an hour masturbating together Tom asked if I fancied trying something else? He asked. He gave a little sigh and I saw a nice drip of cum from the tip of his cock. "Rub it" he said. I started to rub it and he stroked his. He again put his left hand under his balls, and from this close I could see he was rubbing his asshole with a finger. He just stared right at me and said "I want you to keep your eyes open and look right at mine, no matter what happens." I said OK and saw his cock twitch. He moaned a bit and moved from one foot to the other. Without thinking about it, I.