He said nicely done. Then he did the same but she was playing with his balls and stroking his cock. I told him I like your shoot better than mine. The... host says "don't you worry she has not have her body shoot yet" :} So I lie down where the hostess laid. She ran the wedge of lemon around my nipples down my stomach and up&down my cock and balls. WOW.... was that hot and places it in my mouth. Then she sprinkled salt from my nipples to my balls. Filled my belly button full of tequila and moaned. Mom’s talk about sex and the physical contact of her sitting against me and now on me had kept me in a constant state of arousal ever since we were in the kitchen. My iron hard dick had long since pushed up through the slit in my boxers, and now it was hard as a rock beneath the firm yet resilient flesh of Mom’s buttocks. I loved the feel of her ass against my oaken member but I almost felt as if I were about to cum each time she shifted position on my lap. Mom had to feel the steel rod poised. Sarah had been thinking ahead and wore her pants and shirt under her dress. That disappointed the home boys but made me feel better. Sarah and I took turns putting grease paint on each other's skin that showed. Sarah had her camera and extra film. I took a flashlight. I wanted to see what was in that second bunker before we blew it. Those of us that were packing had extra shells. The small, shy Toby had his box with his 'boom-boom' dinguses in it. I recognized a couple of small bottles of. Her attention was in getting out safely.Reg leaned back a little once he felt she had a secure footing, allowing her to lift a leg over the side and on to the bath mat. With a little help she swung the other leg over and stood on the mat with a sigh of relief.Reg was about to let her go, but her balance was still unsure, and she held tight onto him. “Get me the towel, Reg. I’ll hold on to the bath in the meantime.”He left her, fetched the large towel he now knew was a bath sheet and swung it.