This time things went further, as we looked we came across stories about guys talking about how big their cocks were. Tom suggested maybe we measure ...urselves. When he returned he had a cloth tape measure, he offered to measure me first. I swear just by the touch of Tom's hand made me grow an additional inch or two. Lol. After we measured each other, we both started stroking each other hard cocks to the magazine. We talked about how we wanted to fuck that pussy as we jacked each other. Tom. Now he knew what obsession was like. Incessant need to touch, to hold and to taste, he kept remembering events from the nights with her. When she had sucked him inside, ridden him like a horse as she searched for her own pleasure, or let him take control. Fuck, he was horny. He had to stop it, before he embarrassed himself over her. The nearest gents were on the other side of the bar, on his way past he saw her laughing and smiling at two besotted chaps from a rival team. He scowled and. “How about you Angie.”“I have a .38, that’s all my husband says I can handle.”“Now that’s old fashion men bullshit. Bristol has a nice Glock and she handlesit just fine. She shoots better than lot of the boys.”“Sarah, I don’t know.” “What’s there to know girl, you’re a big girl and you need a Big Girl gun.”Laughs all around. “Angie the bad guys have big guns, we have to them too.”After some more small talk everyone packed up.Brad and Angie headed down the main trail but Rod, Sarah and. She grabbed my legs.“Trust me,” she whispered excitedly in my ear. She forced me to kneel before Max by dragging me down one knee at a time. Sam wouldn’t give up my hand. She held my fingers with both of her hands, making sure I wandered and felt everything Max’s mountains had to offer. I scaled down Max’s skin as I was lowered. She blushed through her neck and across and over the slopes of her tits. She guided her own nipple into my lips.“Boys really like tits,” she analysed.“That’s her really.