I had no choice. Soon the underwear was off me and next second, Roxy had her tongue digging deep and she was licking the balls and my long shaft as we...l. She was yapping quietly in rhythm with my moans and enjoying to suck me at least as much as I was enjoying getting sucked by her. Truly, I was very much concerned that she might bite my balls and cock as well, otherwise I simply could not edge for so long and must have ejaculated by now. She was engulfing the total of my fucking system; I mean. ‘No! Please sit, have a drink.’ There was a hint of desperation in her voice accentuated with staccato movements. ‘I um… well I had hoped you would stay for a while. I will pay the extra of course.’ She stood in front of him, nervously wringing her hands, looking, for all the world, like a female version of Uriah Heap from the Dickens novel, ‘ever so ‘umble.’ It seemed the expulsion of alcohol had sobered her up, but allowed the nerves to return. ‘Look, I won’t be a moment.’ Without warning,. I slipped my arms out of the straps and pushed the top half down. I took my bra off and shoved it under his pillow. Somehow, I felt a bit more secure from his Mum with my dress on even though it was bunched around my waist. I played with his cock, sucked and pulled it. I concluded that it was definitely not as fat as his brothers and shorter than the boy from school. But, you know – it didn’t matter. This was the cock I had now. My pleasure tool, and I wanted it in me. I opened. She leaned her head back, acknowledging the attention and closed her eyes. He understood how these moments would the last few hours that they would share at the cabin and tried to commit her shape to memory. The tautness of her buttocks as she sat on the towel, the healthy shape of her body, her blonde hair that cascaded down over her back and her happy smile as she rolled her head in time with his massaging. She straightened, pulling her shoulders back as his hands worked away at the muscles.