He is hard and long and my fingernail scratches a tracing line from his testicles to his 'Glans Penis', where I feel it's opening, my fingertips sensi...ive lines caress as I open it wide and cause the knob to gyrate. I soon realize I need a fuck and turn to face this sleeping fleshy pole of desire, my hand encompassing it's shaft, pleasing to the touch, thick, firm, warm and hard, my cunt wets some more, as my fingers on my free hand feel between my legs to allow me to push two fingers inside,. Walking back to the pool, I found her reading on one of the chaise lounges located around the pool, stretched out with her feet up, and dressed in a modest one piece bathing suit. I said hello, and asked where our friends were. She mentioned that they hadn't been there all day, and that no one had visited. We commented on the heat and how great the water looked. I stood at the edge of the pool but hesitated unbuckling my belt. Our group had always been fairly open as far as bathing suits were. "You bad boy!" I whispered, squeezing my thighs together and then opening my mouth for his tongue. He liked it when I tasted myself on him, when he could share my orgasms with me.Lick was Frenching me deep when my mom came back into the room. I held the back of his neck, scratching him behind the ears while I tickled his long, thick tongue with mine. I swallowed our spit and reluctantly let him go."Hey! Shoo!" Mom frowned and Licorice gave her a petulant look, but when I gave him a tiny scrunch. She was in some kind of office. The man led her over to a chair sitting in front of a desk and then sat her down. He moved around behind the desk and looked across it at her, though he didn't sit down."Good afternoon." he said, his accent terrible."You speak english!" she cried."Yes. I speak english." Oh, thank God! Will you contact my parents and tell them where I am?" First you will answer my questions." Anything you want." Who do you work for?" Pardon?" Who do you work for?" I don't work for.