I had waited for this moment for so long. I'd seen so many naked boys inthe showers and tents and cabins, and jacked off to the memories of all ofthem... But I'd never reached the point of actually "fooling around" withanybody else. The closest I ever came was the occasional "do you jack off?"conversation that never led anywhere. But here I was now, with a horny 13year old named Jack, in a tent, about to finally realize my dreams.Jack was about 5'4, with dark brown hair and a wide grin. I was. They all could partake of him through her. As such, there was a general rise in the level of excitement in the room. Carolyn continued her mouth massage, gagging occasionally to display her level of intensity and commitment to his approaching orgasm. Primal non-verbal female intonations were uttered all about the room, ranging from, "mmmmmmm," to, "oooooooo" to, "aaaaahhhhhh," to, "uuuuuuuuuuu." They rose in a chorus as the girls drew close to him and began to touch and massage his body. And she had, and now, here he was at the Avis desk, about to be turned loose on the West Country, but without the person who had so wanted to make the trip with him. And, as those thoughts swirled around his head, the salesperson handed him the keys to a Vauxhall (a Vauxhall for Gods sake – what kind of car was that) and a map & told him to "have a nice day". It might just have been the first time he actually thought about that so typical American cliché & realized how meaningless & vaguely. The hot pink tee shirt was cut short revealing the lower half of her large firm breast and her abs were so well toned she had the shadow of a six pack.“I can't believe you are here either. You look amazing.” I said while trying to delay the growing hard on in my own shorts. “I tried to get in touch with you after that birthday party but they said you moved like a week later.”“Yeah, dad is a marine and we were shipped out to Florida the next week.” Mary’s face dropped into shadow as she recalled.