” Kristina let Julien’s hands explore her body while he spread the lotion on her exposed skin. She could feel his desire radiating through his ins...stent hands, and the growing bulge in his crotch left no doubt as to his train of thought. Yet, Julien didn’t let on, put away the sunscreen, and slapped Kristina’s butt just hard enough that it stung: “Allons-y!” After another half-hour of hiking through the garrigue, Kristina and Julien reached the base of the butte Julien had pointed out to her. I wanted to please him so bad. His groans were getting louder and louder. Then with out warning he pulled it out. He sat back on her tiny body and asked if both of us wanted to be “real” little sluts. Do you, do you want to be brother’s little whores? Just like the women in the movies.I told him yes. Yes George, I want to be your little whore, make me your little slut brother. Make me do whatever you want. I’ll do anything you want. Debbie also shook her head yes. She just wanted to have his. A 12-inch hard-on must translate into something like a 6or 9-inch softy. I mean, the thing must extend a thirdway down to his knees!I pause again to think about its girth. I wonder how wideit must be. A long cock logically requires a widesupport, or so I would think. I suppose it could be longand skinny, but probably not. I figure longer cocks mustalso be wider cocks.“She say how long?”I jump at the words.“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Jonathanapologizes.. “What brought this on, I have been gone for only a few hours?” I said cupping my hands under her bottom supporting Celia.“I just missed you. What’s an hour?” Celia mumbled into my chest.“That’s ok, I guess. Hours are increments of time, don’t worry about it.” She unwrapped here yellow covered legs from her divided skirts. I kissed her once she was standing again. “Where’s Chandra, I have news for her.”“What is it? Tell me, tell me.” She was literally bouncing.“No. This is for Chandra. She can.