I rummaged through the wood and found some sticks that I could build a spit from. A little digging to drive the two poles securely into the sand and a...little whittling of a thin stick that could hold the speared fish over the fire and we had our own rotisserie.It was an easy task, but it was made hard because the rip in my swim trunks exposed my cock. I was very conscious of Amanda looking at it and I knew the others noticed too."Uncle Jack?" Amy said."Yes?" Your ... I can see your thing." It's. We soaked quietly in the tub for a time. I enjoyed the feel of Penny’s firm body in my arms, and was ready for another round when she was.“Could you be my boyfriend when I turn eighteen?” she asked.“What do you mean? Like go steady?”“Yes. I mean if you don’t get married before then.”“How about we worry about that in three years? Isn’t there something you’d rather do right now?”“Yes! I want you to fuck me again!” she hissed.I slid a hand between her legs and gently rubbed her clit.“Are you. As I pull my tongue out of you, I caress and suck on your enflamed, engorged lips, feeling the fullness in them, knowing that your wanting me, knowing that I am not done with you. As my tongue enters you again and again I look up to you, seeing your eyes alternate between being closed in semi-delirious state and dream state to looking back at me. As your urgency becomes apparent I feel your hands pulling me up, pushing me further along, I feel your legs wrap around my shoulders as your feet. I took a better look and could see blue veins running the length and the swollen head was a purplish colour. There was plenty of pubic hair. “Let’s start a little slowly – when is the last time you touched a cock?” She had me here. I had never told her - but a few years before my operation when I was fully functional - I had touched a cock. I felt terrible about not revealing my infidelity. My only thought was that it wasn’t with another woman. Funny how the brain can justify actions to suit.