I stayed like one of the West Minster Show Dogs on the judging table. She put on a pair of rubber gloves and poured baby oil over them. She then beg...n to stroke me like she was milking a cow.I had not noticed when it happened, but my cock was as hard as had ever been since I was a teen. And when I looked back, I could see veins rising and stretching the thin flesh of my cock as if filled with a desire all of their own. Her strokes were perfect, with just the right parts of pressure,. After a couple days that flew past, I was getting really bronzed and we had stopped at several beach bars and floating ones, too. I wouldn’t take my swimsuit bottom off, for obvious reasons, so I remained very well tucked as we enjoyed the beginning of our holiday. One night, after a beach campfire and party, we cast off again and floated to the shallows of a lake to anchor and spend the night. We had got our hands on some champagne, and it really made us giggly. Add some shooters and shots to. Bret's training at the dojo kicked in and he quickly dispatched both assailants. Since Bret was running without a shirt the only thing he could find to cover the girl were some newspapers on a nearby park bench. Once she was covered, Bret was able to get a passerby to call the police. Only then did Bret check on the condition of the attackers. Unfortunately for the attackers, both of their necks had been broken during the altercation. Once the police and ambulance had arrived and transported. "Wow, okay, you're really going for it." Yup, it's been a while." I stood back up and faced him before I dropped to my knees in front of him. "I don't have any limits, what about you?" I asked as I began to rub him through his jeans.His hips bucked a little and then he unzipped his pants. "Not really I guess... You can do anything." He confirmed and then pushed his pants and boxers down.I didn't have any more questions so I began to suck, using my hand to cup his balls and my other hand settled.