Finally she could bear no more and slowly closed her legs, seemingly banishing him from her privates.

Alex simply said, "Jeane, what's wrong. I can do a lot more. Ma usually wants me to keep going lots longer than this. Did I do something wrong."

She was speechless, and just barely had the strength to reach up and enfold him in her arms. He allowed himself to be brought down to her side.

As he lay beside her on the sofa. He said, "Jeane, I sure feel funny. What is going on?" In a low hoarse whisper she asked what he meant.

He said, "Look."

She looked down and saw that his pajamas were bulging. Her heart stopped. With a weary smile stealing to her face she slowly got up and knelt next to Alex.

"Here let me look," as she slowly unbuttoned his fly and with trembling hands spread his pajamas open. His once flaccid penis was now at half staff, striving to erect itself against all odds. She was enraptured as they both watched it pulse with his excited heart beat and slowly, almost imperceptibly, creep up and up and up until finally it stood tall and proud and nearly as big around as her wrist.

"Oh, Alex, it is wonderful. Can I touch it." "Sure I'd don't care, but I don't know what caused it to do that. Will it go away?" "Sure. Together we can make it go away, but first I want to examine it."

A slight string of drool escaped Jeane's lips as she bent over his erect cock in the dim light of the camper. Slowly she reached out, scarcely daring to touch it. She was fascinated by this bulging, apparently hard staff, that pointed straight up as he lay back on the sofa. As Jeane stared intently at his tool, she stopping just short of grabbing it.

Her eyes drop down to take in the lose sack that dangled between his legs and rested on the sofa. Gently, she reached down and picked up his testicles, exploring each new wonder. After she had investigated each fold and lump, she eagerly allowed her hands to find and lock themselves around the base of his slowly throbbing penis.