”“C’mon Billy, we got plenty,” he said and hung up.I’ve never been an overly religious person, but I do believe in God and before I left Tin...’s driveway, I bowed my head over the steering wheel and thanked Him for looking after me in my time of hardship. I felt better when I did, and I remembered Dad and Mom both doing the same thing when they felt they were getting the best things sent their way. I never even thought of the things I’d been doing with the women lately ... I didn’t want Him to. Glancing over, I notice his balls have gotten a little bigger, and point it out. He plays with them a little. Our dicks both get hard as we stroke ourselves. I spit onto my hand and rub it around, trying to get a little lube so it feels better. He copies. “Can you teach me something else?” he asks, tugging quickly on his throbbing manhood.Thinking for a moment and not coming up with anything, I ask if there’s anything he wants to know.“You tried like…humping anything? And there is something but. She slid off the lounge kneeling between my legs. I sat up. Her lips found mine once again. This time much firmer, but still silky soft. She kissed and our tongues danced to their own beat. Her hands found my breasts and softly squeezed then her hand slid up under my shirt taking my breasts out of my bra. Her fingers worked my nipples until they were hard as pebbles and aching. Softer than any man had ever touched. She made me crave her touch more and more with every passing second. Her kiss. I was totally surprised at how excited I felt. He seemed to want to stay there, but Dylan insisted that he actually take me in his mouth, not just touch the tip with his lips. Peter slowly moved down, taking more and more of me in.I can't deny that I felt intense pleasure being sucked by him. He moved all the way down, taking my shaft fully into his mouth and down his throat. It briefly crossed my mind that he did this as though he had experience, although I believed him when he said he had.