Then I took the head back in my mouth. As I stroked and bobbed my head up and down in rhythm, I felt his cock grow harder, his head barely fitting in ...y mouth. I pulled back enough to use the tip of my tongue around the edge of the head, occasionally blowing across the tip, causing him to jerk up. I reached over to grab the small long vibrator, and I turned it on. I placed it underneath his shaft, right above the ball sac. My husband looked down at that, and said it felt really good. So I left. I plunged in, licking, biting, and sucking her swollen clit. This time it was her that didn’t last long as she arched her hips and was wracked by contractions. A guttural moan was all I could hear as she tried to push my firmly locked lips away from her spasming pussy. I finally let up as she unzipped the bags, replacing the hot air of sex with the cool lake breeze. I was fully recovered and my cock standing at attention. I moved up her body, running my cock along the length of her leg, as. .. she could not help it ... it ... felt ... good...This time Amber kept it going for almost two minutes before she called a stop ... she now had soooo much blackmail material on her friends.As before, it was disappointing to Robin when the fingering stopped, though it made it easier to not totally embarrass herself by calling out loudly or eventually doing what she did with her sister. She was much more aroused, and unselfconscious, and this time did not bother to close her legs, laying there. I didn't understand the significance of this, except Father once called me, I believe he was refering to me in that instance, a big-headed little bastard. I don't believe he knew I was within the carrying distance of his voice, nor did I understand the significance of his words. A bastard I certainly was not; big-headed, I certainly was. I confirmed this by comparing my head to my peers. Mine was larger, by several centimeters to a dozen, depending upon the boy measured. I didn't ask any girls,.