“I'm ready, Barb.” Jack said, “Switch me places.”Oh God, this is it. I don't know if I can do it.Jack crawled off the bed, but Barb continued ...to bury her tongue in my cunt. I was hoping she wouldn't stop.“C'mon Barb!” Jack said, annoyed.“OK, God dammit, she tastes too good to stop.” Barb replied, “Can't eat just one! Ha, ha, ha!”“Ha, ha, ha, ha!” Jack laughed.I felt Barbs weight shifting the bed a bit as she crawled up my body, working her way toward my face. I extended my hands over my head. "See that little ball there?" Asked Jess.Her friend peered closer and said, "Okay, I see it." I start rubbing it and it feels real nice." my daughter said. "And if I keep it up, sometimes it gets really really wet".With this Chris lay back and pushed her skort crotch to the side and now I got a look at her mound. What they were doing for some unexplicable reason was turning me on immensely. My cock was stiff as ANYTHING!!!!!!!Fumbling with her fingers, Chriss probed and probed. "I dont think. That fine dimpled ass brought the entire package right up past perfect.Sherry walked into the water, then looked up the hill and into my eyes. She flashed her pearly whites at me and asked, "You're not coming in, Sergeant?" That sounded like all the invitation a Texas country boy needed to go skinny-dipping with a babe! My boots and camos came off like they were on fire. I carried my .45 and extra magazines with me, of course.Sherry looked even better up close. She was washing her face and body. . "She came closer slowly. She let her skirt fall and leaned forward. I could see the swelling of her breasts where her dress fell forward. I had the distinct impression that she wore no brassiere, and this thought caused my aching penis to twitch and grow even harder. She reached down to the book, pulled my hands from it, and lifted it slowly. I tried to put my hands over my bulge, but she slapped my hands and told me to put them behind my head. I did as she demanded. She reached down to the.