The girl. For what would it be without one. As soaked as me. Ahead. Bolder, one must admit with a sense of chagrin. Younger, it must be said because e...verything counts and nothing does. Lovely and perfect regardless.The tent lies ahead, reaching into the sky, circusy and colourful, striped, slanted, big. The edges turned up slightly, bulging down and arcing up, water collected in the distended material, water balloons sighing with envy. She glances back at me, catching my gaze for a second.. Not a scintilla of embarrassment or regret. Just a look of intense concentration and, yes, lust as she slowly pushed down impaling herself inch by inch, until the huge thing was completely embedded in her distended pussy."Your little slut said you'd be coming down to watch," Jethro said. "We thought we'd give you a look-see when you opened the door. Now come in and sit down."I did as I was told.Jethro laughed. "That's right, sit on down like a good boy and watch your hot little missy take a. It was pretty humdrum, untroubled, aroutine suburban upbringing. Phillip had played all of the sports at hisschool, rugby, cricket and football; as well as tennis and badminton -although he always found that really dull and slow. He had received allof the grades, he hadn't dated the best looking girl in school, but shehad been pretty and they had lost their virginity together. In fact itwasn't until he had gone to University that things began to change.Although he did graduate, his heart was. The contents of her bra were much more likely to pass as teenage tits than my sweat-softened silicon inserts. Justine gave a casual shrug before hefting up her sports top. “Fuck… in… hell.” Forget about hell, Michael was sure that he’d caught a ladder all the way up to Heaven. He fumbled at his school trousers, and I kind of forgot why we were here. And who I was. I was genuinely shocked at how well-developed Michael’s cock was: it was as big as mine. I’d been expecting a spindly little.