I could feel my cunt getting wet down there as his fingers worked hard on me. I let out a squeal of pleasure, but then, suddenly, I felt nothing. It w...s as if he suddenly stopped finger fucking me. I looked at him, confused by his choice, and frowned, wanting to cum. The man said nothing. He only smirked, and started to rub his dick against my virgin pussy. I moaned, liking the feeling of his manhood stroking my vagina. “Keep at it,” he encouraged. “Your moans, god…they sound so fucking hot.”. .. or worse, the pathetic ugly bitch that no boy would fuck for a million bucks. His penis wouldn't even get hard.)"Oh, shit, Lisa ... I ... I'd love to fuck you, I mean, make love with you. I'd like that so much."On the surface Lisa felt stung by his words. But then into her mind came the memory of Mark masturbating."You were there? Oh, no..." Mark whimpered.(I guess I hadn't thought of it until now, so he's just finding out.) "It was OK. It's natural. All boys masturbate, right? It sure felt. I pulled on his cock which caused Adam to float towards me. I looked him in the eye and whispered in his ear. I told him what I wanted him to do. I was breathing heavily at this stage and I turned to swim. My motion was arrested when I felt his hand dive down my bikini bottoms and a finger slide along my wet slit. He stoked me three times before removing it to finally allow me to swim to the opposite side of the pool.The look on his face was manic and it was just as well he was facing away from. I shyly suggested that we could all share a room to save us travel costs during the trip . . . . Kev pulled his 30-second wonder stunt every evening, and Jon would then delight the be-jeeziz out of me for the rest of the night, for that whole blissful trip. Our son Jon was fourteen years old when I confessed to Kevin what had happened. By that age it was obvious whose son Jon was. He was the spitting image of his genetic father, right down to his tiny little butt and his huge hands and his.