I was in the kitchen wearing my robe and nightgown when Mom came in, looking for something."Is Rick's dad as big as his son?" I asked Mom right out of...the blue.Mom found what she was after, and then turned and leaned against the sink. "I don't think so," she said. "Of course just because it's big doesn't mean they're good with it." I like to think he's pretty good with it. None of the other girls have had any complaints, and neither have I." Jo Marie's father is pretty good sized," she said,. Of course Carl did not allow me to wear boxers so I had no choice but to drop my dirty shorts and walk quickly as Carl opened the door. They thought it was hilarious as Carl slapped my arse as I ran to my luggage. It took me a few minutes to find a pair of shorts that were clean and when I came out Carl and Adam were on the sofa drinking a bottle of beer each. It was a fucking sight I’ll never forget. My cock stiffened. Carl wearing tight white CKs with a gold waistband his cock bulging to get. You gave me tips. I failed. Eventually anxiety set in and turned to panic. It was over. I had the guy help me up. I was allowed to finish the course but not move on to course 4. When we made it off of course 3 you sat with me while I took time to calm down and clear my head. I appreciated that. You could have done course 4 but decided to just do the final zipline with me instead. We had a blast overall. You told me that I did my best and how proud of me you were. It meant the world. An HOUR later, all 10 women were lying on the floor, panting and sighing, their legs spread open, Pussy-Lips quivering and pussy-juice dripping down their legs,Begging for another Pussy-Eating Session with Ken.THE TORNADO TONGUE, HAD STRUCK AGAIN!!-End- There Once was a k** , nicknamed “Tornado tongue” He got the nickname, because when he was a k**, his family and friends noticed that every time he was a eating a bowl of cereal or a bowl of Mashed Potatoes or, any dish really,..to finish off.