” She cried out. “We don’t want to know luv.”“I bet you do?” she replied.All the lads had now turned round. “Go on then, what’s so blo...dy important that we really want to know?” the woman paused and looked at her partner.“No, please don’t say anything.” He begged.“This is my husband, John. He’s pathetic.” The lads looked on at her verbal attack. “He’s gone and done it again, hasn’t he?”“Done what?” asked another lad.“Go on John, show them.” She prodded at him. “Show them what a sissy boy you. He'd invited them to come visit him on the Big Island. Told them to bring back packs and he'd show them some places that they wouldn't believe. And he'd lived up to his promise. Until it had started to rain night before yesterday. And hadn't stopped.There'd been a flare up between mother and daughter the night before, a rapid fire exchange of 'so's' and 'becauses', the rhythm of a long running argument. When there were things to do and Susan was away swimming or exploring, it was fine. Cooped. “We don’t want to cum too soon without getting our reward, do we, Will?” Peter asked in barely a whisper. He typed a few more words into the chat; William didn’t care much for reading it at the moment. “Pete, are you…orgasming already?” asked William, sliding his finger across Peter’s piss slit where droplets of clear fluid were forming. “Orgasming? Haha, no, that’s not semen, Will. I’m guessing you can’t cum yet since you don’t seem to know. That’s precum. It’s like a natural lube. “You like watching me doing this to you, don’t you?”“Ohh, yes, I really do.”“Why is that? I would think you would just lay back and enjoy the feelings.” She was kissing the shaft all over.“I don’t know… I guess it’s just so much more erotic when I can look in your eyes. Does that make any sense?”“I guess.” She stopped kissing, but gently stroked him with her hand. “I mean, when I think about what I’m doing, it’s sorta embarrassing, but then I see the look on your face, and knowing how much.