It wasn't that Janet didn't like boys, she did, but they just seemed to ignore her, not the kind of a girl to show off to your friends or take home to...mother.No, Janet had her own special sex life and she used these mountain excursions for her own pleasure. She had left her dorm room because two of her roommates were having a party and she wanted some privacy. Stored inside her tent, ready for use when she wanted it, was her favorite nine inch dildo she had nick-named "Captain" because she had. But in the buff the flesh heated passionately, and they fondled and kissed their tender parts in ‘vigorous ingenuity’. When Abner’s pike of pleasure sharpened and her turnip patch needed furrowing they did what comes naturally.The fall and winter months posed a certain problems. Marsha’s only opportunity to feel the hard cock of her paramour was in the bedchamber during the absence of her spouse, Horace Appleworth. Oh what sexual joy they had on the satin sheets as they. When she looked up, she saw her dad glancing around to be sure no one was paying attention; Then he glanced down at her and she felt herself grow warm at the dominant gleam in his eyes. Without saying a word, he was ordering her to suck him off. His hand massaged the back of her neck in a way that made her shiver.Leaning down, she kissed along his hairy belly to his thighs- she meant to show him that she truly cared for him. He groaned above her and shifted his hips so the leaking head of his. I looked down and I saw what I thought was a massive bulge in his crutch. Auntie Jean said ‘Arthur when Fred and I are feeling ‘sexy’ we like to watch each other wanking. Would you like see what we do?’ With a growing cock under my pants, what was I expected to say? No? Instead I just nodded. With that they both undressed and encouraged me to do the same. As Fred took off his pants his cock sprang to attention. Compared to mine it seemed massive and really thick. Auntie Jean, now totally.