As I was sucking Ben, Robbie was coming and said so, all of a sudden he shot his load all over Bens chest, he sc****d it up with his fingers and licke...d them clean. Both of them turned their attention to me, Ben unbuttoned my jeans and took them off, Robbie pulled down my undies and released my cock, I was naked in my own front room.Ben started to lick up and down my cock, kneeding my balls and carressing the inside of my thigh, then they pulled me down on the floor. I was kneeling and Ben was. I gave it the same treatment: the massaging, the rubbing, pinching her nipple lightly, squeezing it gently in my hand. I began to feel more confident that she was sound asleep and would never suspect anything. As I felt her nipples hardening through the pajama top, I knew that at least on some subconscious level, she was enjoying this. I suppose it had been about 20 minutes since I first began to touch her, and I decided to go a step further.I slid my hand down her torso, inch by inch.... Denise's were larger than Ann's, and pink. Ann's were small, and kind of brownish. My mouth was watering, and I didn't know why.Denise broke my fixation by saying. "O.K., now that you've gotten your little thrill, off with the pants!"They took theirs off at the same time, and we took a short break to stare some more. I didn't wait long before I took my underwear off. It was so tight that it hurt!"They weren't kidding!", Ann gasped, "It's fuckin' huge!" What are you talking about?", I wanted to. ‘The fletching?’Béla nodded.Image of the arrow being released, its fragile ‘wing’ disintegrating as it skims by the bow. The arrow flies in a weird curve as it spins, arcing away and completely missing the target.“What should I use?” Béla asked, thinking her little balsa wings had been quite clever. “There aren’t any birds, here, so I couldn’t...”Image of a feather. ‘What do I make it out of? Leaves! Replace all the little balsa wings with leaves.’“Okay, how’s that?” Béla asked, having.