The tension inside my suit grew and grew. Oh baby, did it grow! Ginger writhed against me harder and harder, then Heather worked her hand inside my su...t and it was all over. All over me; all over my suit; all over Ginger; and all over Ginger's suit. I was weak. I was ashamed. I was afraid. I was in heaven."Hey, no stopping," Ginger objected. "I'm still not comfy." Then she turned around and put my hand over her mons. "Here," she instructed.At that point I was so gone it didn't matter. I sat on. My mom smiled and shook her head."Why do I have the feeling that this is not going to end well?" she said.From there things got worse for her. She yelled "I have NO vowels!" a couple of times during the course of the game.In the last couple of turns she made a couple of big plays, one on a triple word score. The game ended with my mom at 221, my dad at 287 and me at 310."God," she said, "I never should have opened my mouth. What does that put your point bank up to now?" she asked me."Well that. She kissed me delicately, her lips gentle, her tongue tenderly seeking mine. She moaned and whimpered quietly as we made love, the soft delicate sounds exciting me more than if she had been screaming my name. The steady crashing of the ocean provided the perfect soundtrack. My hands moved up and roamed beneath her sweatshirt, caressing her warm breasts, gently rubbing my knuckles over her hard nipples, then taking them between my fingers and squeezing gently as she groaned softly in my mouth. I. . ahh, ahhhh, uhnnn... " SIN' was close to wailing. She transitioned from near paralysis to vigorous upward thrusting and wriggling.She released her breasts and threw her arms around me. She pulled us together and me into her as deeply as she could manage. Her astoundingly perfect legs snaked around mine. (Jeeziz, for a half pint she is strong!)SINdora was swiveling her hips, writhing in a circular motion. She was making sure that every millimeter of her clit, vestibule and vaginal canal.