All guilty and unhappy. I felt sorta bad for him. He was tall and skinny, with kind of a beer belly like you don't see on too many eighteen year olds....Waldo was like the proof that people grow into their names, some of them. He looked like a Waldo."Dopey here dropped some bolts in the carburetor," Mark looked at me. "Where you been?" School," I looked at Waldo. "How many?" Two," he mumbled. "Or maybe three or four." He doesn't know," Mark shook his head and that was why he was mad.It was one. Brian tells Mark between kissing the back of his neck and nibbling on his ears that they will talk this all through later, but now, just relax and sleep for a bit. This is a welcome idea for both of them after the lack of sleep the night before.A couple of hours later, they awake, and Mark now takes the reins and sucks and plays with Brian’s cock, balls, and ass how he so enjoys, licking up and down his crack, circling his rosebud while wanking Brian’s prick. Brian feels his stirrings start. I started picking. I had two hands full of the tender, luscious nectarines. My mouth sucked the wet, creek-juices off and lapped at the spicy-tit flesh. Suddenly, the girl sat up straight and scooted down to my waist. She grabbed my cock and guided it as she impaled her pussy on it. The 7-inch shaft that had been in her mouth was now in her pussy. Here I was again with my daughter riding my cock! Yet, she wasn’t riding very hard. She wasn’t jumping up and down. She wasn’t wiggling or. I stared at her for a moment. “Just how bad do you want to leave?” “Just as bad as you.” “Why don’t we do it then?” I asked her. She looked at me, her eyes wide. “What?” “Let’s get the hell out of this town. We’ve both wanted this for a long time.” “But what about the class?” she asked. “I’m sure they can handle themselves,” I said. “Now?” “Now.” “Danny…” “We’re already in trouble, Tina,” I said. “What else can they do?” She stared at me for a long moment. Then she grabbed he purse and my hand.