My right hand tentatively reaches over towards his cock. He gives me silent assent and turns slightly towards me. I grasp his rigid pecker. I feel th...e heft of it for a moment and with my fingers curled around the base, I stroke towards his knob. Wow, his cock feels awesome in my hand. So hot, so hard, yet so soft. His left hand reaches over to my cock and wraps itself around my erection. We seem to automatically establish a rhythm stroking and jerking each other. I reach under his cock and. All it achieved was having us pressed a little tighter to each other, with me gently rubbing my knee unto her a little more consciously, wrapping her tighter to me, still holding her hands behind her back. She put an astute effort in not letting off but a sound, but I could feel it vying to escape her throat. I felt her hands almost trying to grasp mine. Her whole chest was under tension, her breasts leaning into me, wanting to get away, but that would make her lungs exhale, which was the other. I promised, but of course they couldn't force me to forget. Realizing this, after a while, they came up with a "genius" idea; summer was coming up, which meant six weeks of vacation from school for every kid. As a family, we would spend the whole of those six weeks at a Christian camping ground, together with a bunch of other reformed protestant families.A Christian camping was basically a bible camp, but you go with the whole family, like a holiday. There were activities for the kids like. The fairies would flap their wings to lift the sheet covering his erection; the black fairy grasped his prick in both tiny hands, while the pink fairy applied her mouth to the tip, swirling her tongue around. Pink fairy loved the taste of sperm, held on her tongue; black fairy preferred to wipe a few drops onto her chest, hoping that her tits would catch up soon. The rest they let go into his pyjamas, and slowly seeping into the sheet, as they made their way to the next house with an open.