She reached for more scrub, and pressing close to his back, she ran her hands around to his front and up to his pecks. Up, around, over his nipples an... down to the waistband of his costume. Again and again. Eventually the scrub was gone and she lowered her hands into his costume. She took his hard dick into her hands and stroked it, up and down. She still could not get over how big it was, her hands could barely fit around it. It was one of the things she loved about him. He made her feel. I could see Beth eyeing up Jennifer, taking in I am guessing, what she felt was her competition, although I had never made it seem that way. Beth and Jennifer struck up a conversation about family, which I stayed out of. I let the two of them catch up, but I also was ready to intervene in the conversation, in case it took a bad turn. Every time Jen would look down to get a bite of food, I noticed Beth would glance my way. I tried not to look in her direction as much as possible, feeling. “Yeah, do you go to St. Olaf’s or Hollycroft, you know, the private schools.”“No, no football, at all. I don’t like football much”. I leaned forward on my hand again, “I like fashion”, and gave him the smile again. I noticed, through the table, he had an erection. God, it was so obvious. Did I look that obvious when I had an erection?He was still really struggling when Mom came up with a cheerful, “Oh, Sissy, who’s your friend?”I smiled at Mom and moved my purse to give her a place. I loved waking up these days... Today I got out of the house nice and early because I had pony detail. Every man knows early in the morning the wonders of that boner that simply won’t die...I ran my hand along the rough wooden post. It was cemented into the ground, sturdy as my cock was. My fingers danced up the chain from the eye hook in the timber and onto her polished black leather collar.She was on her feet, but still doubled over due to the post's height. Usually they slept sitting against.