When I woke up this morning, I could feel the tell-tale sparkle of excitement; that irrepressible feeling you got as a child on Christmas morning or o... your birthday. But as the hours of the day passed, bringing the moment closer, that excited anticipation had turned to anxiety. How the hell did I let them talk me into this?I’d endured some friendly banter, knowing full well that my friends only had my best intentions at heart. But it really hadn’t been something I’d ever considered. When my. He was the only reason I had a shot at anything like a 'fair fight'. I had to choose which blow I allowed to land, though, and if I could get up even once, and come at him again, I would guarantee that I would not recieve any further insult or injury after he broke me. Man Mountain himself would be content with just one blow keeping me down, as long as I didn't make him look stupid. I decided to dodge until he swung at my belly, and take that blow, if I timed it right, and jumped backward and. I was the first to jump. Don't remember how I got conned into being the first one to try, but I was. I climbed to almost the top of the second section, which put me about 20 feet into the air. Once I was high enough, I decided jumping was perhaps not a good idea. However, with the sound of my sister calling me "Chicken," I pushed off and leapt towards the pool. With a lot of relief, I cleared the cement apron and dove into the pool. What neither of us had realized, our dad had seen me dive from. Holding Claire’s sexy hips to keep her from moving too aggressively on my cock, I concentrated on pussy eating. I could feel Beth tense up from time to time and each time she did I got a fresh mouthful. My strategy to avoid an early climax worked and I felt the urge to climax recede. I reached up and discovered that I could play with four titties at once, so I alternated between squeezing nipples and stroking Claire’s ass, wishing that this wonderful moment would never end. Beth was squirming.