It was there, his delicious manhood hung heavily again swinging before my eyes. my cock twitched, i touched myself through the flannel material. my di...k, my cock began to swell. i squeeze the fat tube and i could feel my cock fill with blood.it was early, too early to openly and assuredly masturbate, it would be hours before i would hear her snoring. the k**s were upstairs surfing and texting. i wouldn't be heard by them if i jumped up and down on the bed.i waited in the dark, my room lit only. Time seemed endless as Virgil and I drifted into our own nirvana for the next hour. Fortunately, we were both nearing the next Rubicon when we were abruptly pulled out of our reverie with the announcement that lunch was ready. After both unloading rapturously, we joined Vernon and Wally for lunch.As I observed the welts on Vernon’s backside I couldn’t believe that he had enjoyed his spanking. Vernon, nevertheless, looked as contented as a cat that had just been presented with a bowl of. We hid behind some trees and peeked out. What I saw shocked me, but also turned me on loads. There was a stunning blonde girl who looked about my age, sat on the bonnet of a car with her legs spread. She was playing with some blokes dick with her right hand, and stroking her clit with the other. There were a few other guys standing around them wanking. There were about six cars in the car park, and some of them had couples having sex in.All of a sudden I felt something between my legs. I was. ”Adrian sat on the bar stool, watching the orgy. He could feel every woman as if he were screwing them himself. He could feel the endless number of breasts against his palms, each with their own unique dimensions, from A-cup to D-cup and from pointing nipples to small ones. He couldn't keep his tongue still, because his sense of taste was saturated with the taste of all the women he was going down on. They were all similar, yet each had a hint of individuality. Having all of the kinky tastes.