Hisfingers moved up and down the slim shaft all the while he was looking atme. He was wanking as much for my delight as his own. I could bear it no lo...nger; much as I would have liked to join them I knewthat this was, for Ben at least, a private encounter, perhaps even a loveaffair; nevertheless my cock needed to feel the air, to feel my handwrapped around. And I quickly took it from my trouser and began to strokeit as I watched over them.Ben opened his eyes and seeing what was happening leant. ” She spoke softly into his ear. He wondered what she was talking about briefly before groaning to himself as she placed her small hand on his temporarily soft cock. He could feel her massaging his balls through his pants and knew what was next…..relished what was next….her giggle as he began to swell at her touch.“This won’t be so hard, after all.” She mused and leaned over to lay her head on his crotch. “No way” Bob thought to himself. “There is no way she’s about to do what I think. She cupped my head against her bosom pushing my mouth tighter onto her breast, she gazed down at me with her large grey eyes, as my cheeks drew in and sucking on her, I returned her gaze to show her I loved her huge tits.Sitting quietly watching us, the Pastor sat in his chair tugging on his limp cock, staring with his piggy eyes.‘Get on the floor Mary, on your back.’ ‘Margaret – squat over her, facing me, so I can see her eat you out!’ his voice was so controlling, I could imagine him belting. I eventually got the tent up and settled in for the night that lay ahead. I slept like a log with the sea and the waves in my ears. That night I dreamt of a sex goddess taking me out to sea and fucking me slowly in every way possible. I woke up before I came in my sleeping bag and immediately grabbed my hard on with the intention to ease the pressure. But I thought that I might just need every ounce of energy in the days to come, as I then decided that I will be staying for a few days. I must.