My precome now sticking my cock to my boxers. 'Yeah, just relaxing.''What's that then?'He gestures to my throbbing cock, as I fumble to contain it ben...ath my hands, knowing all too well it is completely in vain. 'I-I'He moves over to me, slowly, deliberately - like an executioner - any second I may die. His brown eyes pierce me, I can feel the penetration, it is physical and cruel. His own swimming trunks swell, and I can see the curve of his cock in his boxers. I cannot help but salivate. Now. She stopped my hand & I thought that I had done something wrong, but she looked me in the eye and said "I don't like being tickled, I like being scratched!" I gave her a surprised look, then smiled and scratched down her leg. Not hard, but hard enough to leave marks from my fingers.I could hear him talking to her, but I couldn't quite make out what he was saying. So I just kept looking at her, and biting my lip then asking what he was saying. By this point I was extremely aroused, just by the. Seeing her firm round breasts breaking out of the water and her hard nipples jutting up proudly into the afternoon like miniature lighthouses made something on his body want to start jutting up as well.Her hair fanned out as she floated through the water, the very picture of teenage beauty and in his mind he vividly saw those full lips drooling out his fresh hot cum as he had filled her mouth just hours earlier in the hotel. By the time he had reached the edge of the pool, his erection was. It pumped slowly but eagerly, tightly squeezing that thick veiny shaft so that the head swelled and dribbled precum in a steady stream. His hand paused to rub a thumb over the tip.without thinking, Sara plunged a finger into her wetness. Her other hand quickly reached up to cover her mouth, lest a moan escape and tip off the young boy on display. Even more confusing to Sara, a finger of that second hand slipped into her mouth. She eagerly sucked on it, bobbing her head in rythem with the hand.