You’re more than wet enough for me to slip in, but still clenching now and then, coming off of the high I brought you to. Patience. Slowly. Gently. ...And then I am in. And you give me that deep, throaty moan of absolute delight, followed by a groan of despair at the fact that you cannot wrap your legs around me this time. Now the smile is triumph. I start slow. I don’t want to hurt you, or myself, and you’re still clenching often and hard enough to make that a possibility. Patience. It’s still. Pushing his way between us, Ryan easily transitioned himself into dancing. He smiled at me as we danced, our bodies a few feet away from one another as the song loudly blasted a dance song through the speakers. I was having the time of my life and the best birthday imaginable. Then the music turned slow and everyone took up a partner. To my surprise Ryan and Talia began to dance, laughing and talking, leaving me to slowly be pushed into a corner where I was left to only watch the room of. Cute, was the only way to describe the fifteen year-olds immature display. His balls were decently arrayed and were like velvet to the touch, both fit in my mouth with plenty of room to roll them with my tongue. His boner was exactly that, lean and solid, fragile looking as if one isn't careful it would snap in half. Upon close inspection, a few blond pubes were barely surfacing from pores along the base of his cock. Easily taken to the base, it had a hint of a metallic taste.I had to wonder. He looked at his watch, smiled to himself, and swung the Vera onto a southwest heading."What can I get for you," Hans asked, when they'd both reached Johnson's well stocked bar."Oh, I don't know. Something cool." How about a gin and tonic?" That's fine." Lynn set her towel-wrapped bundle on the table and looked around the cabin, amazed as always by the luxuriousness of the furnishings, and the amount of money those furnishings must have cost. "I can't get over what a beautiful boat this is,".