”She slowly nodded, as I watched emotions play across her face.“Open my trousers and take me in your hands.” I commanded.She hesitantly complied....“Feel the size of it, the girth, the length.”She ran her hands over my shaft, gently exploring.“Think about your sisters and what this would do to them, if I were so inclined.”She looked up at me, fear and begging in her eyes.“Take me in your mouth, Eve,” I said, “for the sake of your sisters, please me.”Her mouth took me in, almost delicately, her. That was just too easy! And how the hell did we end up in the lingerie department anyway!)“You sure? I mean, I don’t mind staying here with you, really!”“No, no… That’s okay. You gone on, I’ll catch up,” she pretended to pout as she held a pair of green bikini panties in front of her jeans, not even turning around to look at my totally dumb-founded Homer Simpson look.(Aw, God… don’t do that! You don’t need to hold that bra like that too!)Suddenly, checking out those new waders and fishing gear. “On your sides,” he insisted, and I tapped Dyl’s ass to let him know we were gonna change positions. I lay on the couch, then, and Dyl lay in front of me. “Hold your balls up,” Scott reminded him, and I suppose he did it but I couldn’t see. I liked this position because Dyl’s whole back was against my entire front, and I could kiss his neck while I was in him, and whisper crap into his ear. We wouldn’t come this way, though; we already knew that to be true. Scott did, though. I was watching. He rammed over and over again as this girl - whosename he couldn't even remember - gave a little nasal grunt on eachthrust. It was wonderful to do it; wonderful to be consumed by no otherthought; just this animalistic impulse to rut with this slag; to spillhis seed."Oooo Burt," moaned the girl, "you're too big. It's 'urtin me!"He grinned in the darkness and pumped even harder. Her grunt grew louderwith each pump."Oh yes," he groaned. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"This was the best. This was the pinnacle.