"Oh fuck, he really knows what to do with a cock, doesn't he?" Kurt said as they both looked down at my kneeling form; my hands sliding back and forth...along their stiffening dicks."Yeah, he certainly does," Sven replied. "Do you think we should reward him for doing such a good job?" Yeah, what kind of reward would be appropriate for a cocksucker like this?" Mmmmmm, let's see," Sven mused as their lengthening cocks grew harder and harder in my hands, "how about if we keep his mouth and pussy. I had a good cum jacking off that night (about my only 'action' at that point) while imagining what Jennifer might do if she could do more than just look. By this time, her mother was babysitting our daughter regularly while mom and I were at work... that's where our trust with Jennifer came in. Often, when I would drop my little girl off, Jen's mom was still asleep; while Jennifer would lie on the couch where she often slept, preferring it to her own bed. Completely comfortable with me by now,. “Dunno, man,” Bert shrugged.“How ‘bout: loser has to get a tattoo that says, ‘I suck!’ On his forehead!” Jeff suggested with a broad, self-satisfied grin.“‘I suck’? What are you? Eight?” Bert refused.“Well okay, how ‘bout: loser has to ... loser ... No, wait. Winner has to ... ah, shit! Loser ... uh...” Jeff babbled, trying to compose a new wager on the fly.He didn’t notice his girlfriend rolling her eyes at his stupidity.“Winner gets to drive the loser to the hospital,” Paul muttered bitterly. " Steph!" That was Heather."Sorry. The landscapes." Better." Then, give me back my wallet..." Oh, shit, sorry. Here you go." Thanks. And then, I have a request..." Oh oh." Yeah." She reached into the bag of stuff they'd bought, and pulled on a narrow black string. Attached to it was a small but very bright rainbow-striped bikini top."Oh, I see." Not yet, you don't. Listen, we don't have to be anywhere until tonight, right? So how about we take the photos, and the camera, grab some food, and.