I putmy arms around his neck, pressed my body tightly tohis, and rubbed my mound against his crotch. Again Ikissed him, this time slipping my tongue b...tween hiseasily parted lips and whipping it around inside hismouth. I felt movement in his crotch and pressed evenharder against him. “Let me look at that camper of yours,” I said. Even inthe summers, nights in the Georgia mountain’s are cool,but I was so hot, I’m surprised steam wasn’t risingfrom my body as we. Anyway, how could I ask my parents that?She wasn't there when I got home, and though I was busy with college work all week, I still noticed Dad was drinking a lot, being very quiet, and very irritable.She didn't arrive back until the end of the following week. I came home before Dad got in from work, and found her happily making dinner, with nothing seemingly different about her except she looked a bit dreamy-eyed and giggled a lot!When I went upstairs, I looked in their bedroom, and there on. " I realised I had stopped thrusting into her and resumed my rhythm, sliding the finger deeper into her arse, she was moaning gently the sound muffled by the sheets, without warning she grabbed my ankles and I felt her vagina spasm around my prick, she pushed herself up until her arms were locked, causing my finger to bury itself deep in her arse, her back arched, she tossed her head back and groaned, another spasm clenched my prick, I continued fucking her arse with my finger pushing it. There was a bunch of brushes between the bike path and the creek, so I couldn’t really see anything. I got off my bike and made my way through a small path through the bushes. I really didn’t mean to spy or sneak up on them, but as I got to the creek I could see them before they could see me.As soon as I saw them I stopped. It was two girls about my age, playing and splashing in the water where the creek had created a small pool. They were both completely naked. I couldn’t stop looking at them..