II?Last one to the old oak is a stinky rotten egg!? Caitlin taunted and ploughed through the waist deep water, laughing. She lifted her knees high as...she ran. The lazy ride to Crescent Lake had been pleasant. The women had tied up their mounts and gone for a swim. Lucky and Big Boy stood unsaddled in the shade but hobbled and securely tethered to a sturdy tree, up from the narrow beach. Their saddles lay stacked beside them. Bright sunshine illuminated the brilliant afternoon.Grinning,. " He sipped his own drink before he spoke again, hoping he wasn't opening a can of worms."Nobody sees the way my son cocks his head to the side and gives you that tender smile of his, the one only his mother has ever gotten before? Nobody saw how he was chewing on his lower lip as he introduced you to us? How his eyes softened almost to blue as he mirrored your posture? The way his voice gentles as he says your name? He can hide a lot of things, but the signals the body gives out are always. I had gone to bed in a mood for some masturbation and fallen asleep. The stickiness had of course been washed away by the morning pee game, but I still had a feeling of arousal.I don't know why I did it, but I pushed the tip of my foreskin so that my penis went back against my testicles. It slowly pushed out, I pushed it back in again. It started to have an erection, but that was only until I pushed it back again, and so on. Gentle circular motion over the top of my foreskin using my middle. And taste it, she sure did, for Mr. Burns hadn't had an orgasm in a month. He held her head and looked down at her face, his long, hard cock protruding from her mouth. He grabbed her head with both hands."Here it cums, baby, get ready. Take it all. Oh, yeah. Swallow me, baby."He kept moaning and yelling as he unloaded what seemed to him to be the biggest load he had ever shot out. He spurted and spurted and spurted. Then he dribbled and dribbled and dribbled. There didn't seem to be any end to.