Mom was sure that I would be too sore in my pussy to go to school, and Mrs. Craft figured that Tommy would have a lot of overworked abdominal muscles....Understanding parents can sure be a big help at times!We went to my bedroom. I had a double bed, so there was no problem there. We had spent all day in the pool, but we decided to take a shower together. That seemed to be more "grown up." We both had bathrobes to wear; Tommy was using one that had become too small for Dad.We removed each other's. “We're too far away.”After a few minutes' walk, she whispered, “Do I hear water?”“Yes. There's a stream ahead. It's not deep enough to swim, but we could play. It's very clean. If we're quiet, we might see deer drinking from it.”They dropped their packs near the stream, spread their blankets, and shared some snacks. It was quiet, and they didn't break the silence with conversation, lying together holding hands. A bird landed on the other side of the stream, eyed them suspiciously for a while,. Suddenly he spoke more aggressively, "swallow that load, eat it up, swallow my cum."He started groaning and shaking as he spasmed and spurted into my mouth. Maybe 6 or 8 squirts of heavy volume sprays volleyed into my mouth and I didn't mind. I let him enjoy the pleasure I was giving him, I didn't want to interrupt his throes of passion by pulling off, so as directed, I swallowed gulp after gulp from his cock. At first I didn't know if I could swallow it, but it really didn't gross me out too. I focused on him. I sucked too hard and he told me to relax as he wanted to fuck my mouth while I got it from behind. The slender guy just kept touching me softly on my back. It felt creepy. My jaw was hurting and the friction in my ass was burning more and more. The bald guy amped up his efforts and with a huge bellow, he deposited inside me. He burly hands dig into my hips as he squeezed every ounce into my tiring hole. It was the mustache guy's turn. My throat was coarse as was my voice. At.