The younger was blond, very blond, while the other two were dark haired. Also, his face was really different then the others.“She probably has a ver... blond husband.” Donna concluded, when she finally sat back looking forward.Her somber thoughts took over when she saw they were driving alongside the river. The same cold river where somewhere the body of Vivian was drifting somewhere. How awful it was to think about that.Not much was said from thereon up until the moment the children were. All guys at that age can recover that fast, and blow 3-4 wads a day."I knew from the hot letters that that was a fairly conservative estimate. Most guys could get it on like ten times a day, on a poor day.Tracy took me out of her mouth. She smiled up at me, and continued with her hand. "Such a wonderful cock," she cooed, "I bet you like to jack it off a lot."I blushed as red as a celebrity carpet. "That's okay," she offered. "Everyone, boys and girls, love to masturbate. I know guys get hot. Strangely, I became aroused. It was a lovely feeling but I was very confused, as you can imagine. I could not make sense of my emotions, but the warm, prickly sensation between my legs was real enough.Mary rose to refill our glasses and came back, sitting very close to me. She was wearing a skirt which rose up and I caught a glimpse of her panties, which really turned me on. I could not understand my emotions but I felt drawn to her. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts were visible through. ”My wife made a “hmph” noise, like she was thinking. She looked at Chris while she drank from her bottle. Then she said, “You got ‘em with you?”Chris shook his head, “They’re at home.”My wife said, “Oh … too bad.”Chris looked flustered, “Well … I mean … I can go … I mean … I don’t always need them. Like … we could … I’m … okay to … now.”“Are you hard now?” My wife asked.Chris nodded, holding his crotch.“Let me see,” My wife said.Chris undid his pants and pulled his prick out. It was indeed.