We can't sleep with you," Mike said sarcastically.Chelsea answered exasperated, "You can't sleep with your daughter but we can share. I trust you Uncl... Mike."Mike and Roger looked at each other and knew what the other guy was thinking, 'My daughter with you. I don't think so.'"This will work," Roger said as he climbed into the small bed with Mike.Frustrated, the girls climbed into the other bed, turning out the light as they did.The girls were just dropping off to sleep when they heard the. Quiet. Be still. Can you feel it? The slow, steady drag of air escaping from your parted lips, filling the expectant heavy atmosphere with the moisture of your desire. Can you feel the trembling of your skin and the fluttering of your eyelashes, as weighted by need they press down eager to caress your flesh? Can you taste the wetness pooling in your mouth as your tongue tip teases along the undulating ridge of exposed teeth before flicking further outwards to coat those soft lips in glistening. Sometimes I've gone too far and allow myself a quick glorious release but I love to draw the moment out. I return to tamer images but as my mind is still processing the hard core I can now project this onto the more discreet postings. This is very enjoyable – engaging the mind to twist nervous posers into something they never meant to show, taking them to new places. I try to keep each stroke of my slicked up cock a measured one, rarely gripping the mass of nerve endings that is my swollen. The sun was beaming through the open window curtains. My better half was already in the shower, so I stepped out on the balcony and looked around. I glanced down and observed a row of beach chairs lined up in the courtyard. Each chair was decorated with a bright, colorful beach towel and a row of beautiful young ladies, all laying on their stomachs, their bikini tops unfastened. It was going to be a good day. I showered quickly while Mary Anne got dressed. She wanted to go shopping. Of course,.