”And so it was that the two young lovers left their hotel and made their way to see the Cerne Abbas giant in darkest Dorset. What an impressive sig...t it was. Carved in the chalk hill, with its enormous phallus plain for all to see. As the weather was dry, they were able to make their way across the fields from the village towards the giant. Soon they were there admiring the ancient man, his cock and club. They enjoyed a picnic from a small wicker hamper that they had bought in Dorchester. . Mother was ready with dinner as usual. She was bathed and in a fresh saree. We both remembered the afternoon of passionate fucking, but said nothing. I had dinner, mother also had dinner after me, and I went to my bedroom and slept. I masturbated as usual before sleep. I went to sleep.I don’t know why, but I woke up at 4 in the morning. I tried to go back to sleep but could not. I was disturbed. I was also hard. I got up, went to the kitchen for a drink of water and returned back to my bedroom.. He nodded behind us down the center aisle where Sophie and her Nazis came walking up like they were on a fashion runway. She actually had makeup on! That was as dumb as wearing makeup to the beach, where you’d end up looking like a melted snow cone. I just rolled my eyes and turned to watch Mark and Bethany dueling it out.Bethany had taken gymnastics longer than I had and she had some killer moves on the bouncy canvas. The angled back of each lane had a trampoline that she used to jump against. So I pressed my luck and started moving my fingers around where they were touching the sides of her big round tits. That’s when she started to moan and little louder, so I went all the way around and started gently rubbing her nipples. After about a minuet, she turned around and griped my face and started to French kiss me. Then she opened her blouse, unsnapped her bra from the front, and pulled my hands back to her tits. I had to step back and look. They were the best-looking tits I’ve ever.