I was just having some fun,’ I said. Michael stalked away, muttering. I turned to Chrissie. ‘Hmmpphh. Party pooper,’ I said. Chrissie pitched he... voice really high. ‘Hmmpphh. Party pooper!’ Then she rolled her eyes. ‘Whatever,’ I said. Nothing like a little pre-show bickering to settle one’s nerves. Of course, I would have expected her to be in a better mood for Day Two. Chrissie was, after all, ahead of the rest of us by two letters. She had yet to experience any effects whatsoever, whereas. The stag film completely forgotten. The projector whirred in the background, light from the projector and the flicker of the film on the wall creating a dreamlike atmosphere as we focused on watching each other. It could not have been three or four minutes later I was reaching for the tissues. I held them in front of me as cum shot out onto the tissues and my hand. My knees buckled.Mom reached out with one hand to steady me as she continued to masturbate. I let go of my cock and steadied myself. 'I didn't pack swim suits for any of us.' She looked at me and hunched her shoulders apologetically. 'I mean, there isn't anywhere to swim for miles – and I'm not convinced it's warm enough, anyway.''Looks warm enough to me, ' said Nat glumly, looking at the small clouds of steam. She turned to me. 'How hot is it, Uncle Dan?''A constant 39 degrees. It's like a hot bath.''I don't wear a swim-suit in the bath, ' said Nat. 'This is nice and private, and obviously, nudity doesn't bother any of us,. " she cooed, clutching at the big bulge sticking out against the front of his trunks, "down here!"Pushing up to his feet, he thrust his thumbs down under the elastic waistband of his trunks and slowly pushed them down over his hips. Pushing them lower and lower, he saw that she was watching on expectantly. Then all at once, his big, erect penis sprang out into the open, pointing straight at her pretty, pixyish face."Goodness..." she exclaimed. "Impressive..." Haven't had any complaints yet," he.