The girls were still asleep, my cock was up before I was, I had noticed, which was a good sign for a middle aged man like me I guess. I was spooning w...ith the girl next to me, because of the reasonable temperature, the sleeping-bags were not zipped up, anyway, remembering the state we were in, everyone knows it is a hell of a job to zip up a sleeping bag without having the zipper getting stuck halfway, so it needs to be done when your mind is clear and fresh and in a sober state of mind, none of. "Is he close Alice?? Stop looking at him. Just hurry up. It's been more than a minute." said Mr. Royal. I watched as his wife moved her hands around my big clean shave balls. "No! He is not close. You have such big balls...Buck!" said Mrs. Royal."It might help if you make him wet." I said. Mrs. Royal than tried to spit on my hard cock. She missed and most of it fell between her huge cleavage. I looked down. It was right between her deep cleavage. She than tried to spit again. The same thing. It looked like it was getting huge in there. It really started to turn me on, and I couldn't slow myself down."Normally I like to stroke for an hour and have a really strong cum, but seeing you stroking your cock while watching me was having a really strange effect on my cock and balls. They felt like they were building up a huge blast of cum, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off for long. When you finally saw me in the mirror looking at you, I nearly came right then thinking you. I now think I'm lucky that's all that happened. I got to Brisbane thinking it would be a lot warmer than Sydney and that I could sleep in the parks and food would be easier to come by. You know, tropical fruits growing on the side of the road etc. Boy was I naïve! You can die of starvation with misconceptions like that. I wasn't even thirteen by then and with a strong possibility of never attaining that as well. I bummed around Brisbane, got some casual work in places like the Golden Circle.