We're watching for a few minutes and I look out of the corner of my eye and the bulge in his shorts in getting bigger. He reaches down to adjust himse...lf and his leg brushes against mine. My towel is starting to tent and I reach down to try to control it and Christian grabs my hand and places it on the bulge in his shorts. I instinctively try to withdraw my hand but he is looking into my eyes and my resolve withers away. I start rubbing his cock through the flimsy material of his shorts and he. “How can I draw it if I can’t look at it?”“He’s worried that you’ll think badly of him if you see it,” said Beth.’Heather looked at me. “Why? Is it tiny or something? Guys seem to be all worked up over how big they are. I hear them talking all the time about how big they are. Sounds like Texans bragging to me.”“No,” I said, weakly. “That’s not the problem.”“Well, the sooner you can share with me what the problem is, the sooner we can come up with a solution.” Heather still didn’t get it.Beth. "No. You’re exactly like I want you. Are you ready to go fishing?" She tossed back the last of her soda. "I’m ready when you are." I finished my soda and stood up. "I’ve got to get my fishing gear and those worms that excite you so much. Do you want to come with me?" She nodded her head, jumped up, and walked over to my side. I put my arm around her shoulders. "I thought you’d come with me. You don’t ever back down from anything." After we got my two rod and reels, a can of worms, and my. She wore a flimsy see-through top and her fresh lace panties that revealed her dark mound. I put on a pair of shorts and an apron since I don't like to cook while naked, splattering and all that. We made scrambled eggs and she heated the cheese grits left over from last night. We had a nice grapefruit and coffee with whole-wheat toast. I was having a great time being around her. She sat on the inside of the breakfast booth and I was in a chair within reach of the coffee pot.While I held her.