Professor Bertolli looked and sounded and acted normal. We didn’t go into any detail about how we’d spent the rest of the afternoon. We’d had a ...ot to talk about, and I learned some in interesting things about Mike and his parents. Mike’s mom didn’t ask. She could probably guess, and she’d be right.After dinner we sat in front of our little fire for awhile. Mike and I had scrounged all the wood we could find, but it turns cold pretty fast up there, so we ended up huddled together with Mike’s. Her mouth was full of cum and she could not be happier. She decided to swallow this load herself and busied herself with swallowing as fast as she could. Part two. Now we had to figure who was going to be in the middle for the next part, we had stopped and rested and went over the actions of the last few hours. It was not big deal just three friends talking and getting ready for the next adventure. Things were quite at first but as time wore on Pat could feel the sexual tension start to. OH MY GOD! It DID happen! I'd let my dad fuck me! And, worst of all, I loved it! I'd never been so completely satisfied, so completely fucked in all my life. About this time my mother came into my room. She sat on the side of my bed, rested her hand on my thigh, and we began to talk. She stunned me with what she had to say, it began....."Last night was no fluke, we'd been planning it for years." What! What was mom saying? They'd planned on fucking me? But how? Wasn't it I who'd seen them. Her lower mouth was now salivating freely, I felt her erect clit and rolled it between my lips as you would a tasty cherry. She cried out in pleasure. Then, I started attacking the crack with my tongue, going from the bottom of the opening, slowly going up right through the crack, an inch of my tongue digging through her opening. Aaaaaah, :AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaOOO Ssssssssssssssssshhhhhhh! was her rythmic moans as my tongue went up and down that impatient slit God created in women for the use of.