Other than its size, this was your typical New England sea-side, old resort, hotel room. There was a large four-posted, canopied bed, small couch with...two stuffed chairs, coffee table, a little dining table with four ladder-back chairs, side tables and lamps, and a bathroom that was last modern at the beginning of the 1940’s. Sarah, a bath person, was going to love the big, claw foot bathtub. But if you are a shower person, like me, it was not the best set-up. The tub had one of those. " "Uh huh," I continued humoring him, "well, mine is 6 inches around, can you beat that?" "I don't know. I never measured it", he admitted."I'll be right back," I told him. I left and returned with a cloth tape measure, putting it in his hand. Dan started to laugh. "I guess you really don't believe me huh? I'll measure it later and let you know tomorrow." Sure," I said sarcastically, "I'm sure you'll be completely accurate too." Now he was starting to get irritated. "You really don't believe me. The boys edged away as I pulled my labia apart and immediately slid two fingers into my twat. My fingers were a blur as I fingered myself silly for a couple of minutes until I had four fingers inside and my other hand was rubbing my clit. No matter how hard I rubbed I couldn’t make myself cum, so I rolled over onto my knees with my arse in the air, legs wide apart and my head resting on the sofa arm. I rubbed my seeping hole again and slid my four fingers deep inside my twat. “Slap my arse. "I'll try," he weakly answered.She got to her feet, squatted and threw an arm under his shoulders, "Come on now, and lift." She strained and her strong, sinewy legs brought him to a standing position where he barely was able to remain upright without falling. Slowly she urged him toward the railing, actually supporting almost all his weight on her sturdy legs. For once she was thankful for her compact, muscular frame which, although it had made her the laughingstock of all the boys in high.