They both liked Phil and he needed relief. He knew it must be hell for him to hear all the sex noises in the apartment and see Joan half naked walk to...the bathroom to clean up. Eric then gave Joan an affirmative nod. She looked at Phil, ‘Alright Phil, we’ve caused you to get excited and whack off many times. We’re sorry. When you whack off, are you thinking of me?’ Phil blushed and meekly said, ‘Yes’. ‘Are you visualizing any particular position we’re in when you do?’ Phil was so embarrassed. I prided myself in pleasuring you. I felt there was more, but I just didn’t know what to do or how to do it. My only option was to return to my previous source of sexual knowledge for guidance.The letter pages in my father’s wank-mags described women being driven wild as their partners teased and licked their clitoris. What they did not explain, was where it was. The images that accompanied the stories may have shown occasional bush, but in that era, images of the vagina itself was a definite. The roast was everything one could desire. Succulent, a lovely beer crust, the cuts sufficiently generous, huge yeast dumplings, a creamy dark sauce, some dressed lettuce. Simple German country fare at its best, so seldom found nowadays amongst all those pizzerias, Thai, Chinese and similarly dubious eateries and, dare I mention them, the ever present depravity of the box movers, the MacDs, Burger Kings, Colonels, which seem to have replaced most of our erstwhile armed occupationary forces,. As I sat watching my parents splashing about in the water, and Hailey lying face down beside me, I suddenly felt a hand touch my thigh, and looking down I saw Hailey's hand, before it then moved across and rested on my crotch."What are you doing?" I asked nervously again "Our parents could definitely see your hand this time!" Oh Sammy, relax for once!" replied Hailey wearily "Our parents are out at sea, and no one else is even close, so, just chill!" she then said, before she gave me a squeeze.