The foreskin naturally retreated to expose most of the reddish pink grand cock head. Sam’s tongue is swirling around the silky wet head flicking his... tongue across the meatus to the sounds of Bill making deep low moans. Sam opened his lips wide enveloping the cock fully in his warm wet mouth. Bill’s body and pelvis were slightly bucking with pleasure.Sam went balls deep burying his nose in Bill’s soft blond pubic hair. Bill took Sam’s head into his hands guiding him with Sam doing a slow, steady. She stood silently by the door as she became aware of a groaning and a panting coming from the two girls and aware also that their hands were slowly and tenderly caressing the crotch of the other. She hovered for a moment as her mind was filled with images of passion and damnation in equal measure, before deciding on discretion and escaping to the chapel where for an hour or so she knelt before the altar of the Lord Jesus Christ asking Him for forgiveness and leniency towards Sister Admonition. Fancy a sixty," she inhaled sharply, "nine?”"A sixty – huh – nine?" he said, mimicking her. He grinned mischievously. "Are you okay?" Fine." She slapped her chest. "Bit short of breath. Well?"“Sixty-nine? Yes. Great. How do you want to do it?”She raised her eyebrows and blinked. “Is there more than one way?"His lips twitched. Grimacing, he drew a breath to speak."Oh," she interrupted. "I'm being daft, aren't I?" Has it been a while? You're blushing." He winked. "You on top, yes? Isn't that what. (No one had anyplace to carry a key.) The plan was to lay out on the sand and put away a cup of beer (one cup each, no more until dinner). That plan changed when they got to the lobby, which opened onto the main Panama City strip. Somehow the place was even louder and rowdier than when the girls first arrived, and the point of it all was simple and irrefutable—to create a sea of flesh. Young, glistening bodies bounced against each other like atoms in a reactor. Girls giggled and screamed, boys.