I didn’t put bricks in the present this time! I wouldn’t ever do that again.”Sensing a good story here, CJ asked, “So what happened with the b...icks?”Cliff answered, “I was a good little Boy Scout at the time. Every year our troop made a rather long hike with an overnight stay in the woods. Well, I spent all day of their birthday packing my backpack and getting ready for the trip. The next morning I get up and head out to meet my fellow scouts.”Wanda and Sandra giggled. Sandra said, “He was so. I felt like I was going to squirt again soon (I had gotten started on my own on cam), and I knew it would be a lot. He continued to lick my ass and work my pussy, making me shake and moan into the stair my body was pressed against. As I felt myself getting wetter and closer to exploding, he pulled my panties down so they were under my ass but still around my legs, and proceeded to insert what I thought was three fingers into my pussy (turned out it was only two!). The only way I can accurately. .. do you want to come in for drink still?" she said."Yeah well OK" I said feeling the pressure suddenly lift.Once inside I followed her into kitchen where she got a can of orange juice from the fridge and asked me what I wanted, I said water would be fine, I had a really dry mouth, I wasn't sure whether this was the effect of the drink from last night or just nerves."I'm really sorry Matt, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I lost mine when I was younger than you and discovering sex was just. The fish made a short run and jumped again and again. Then the line went slack. Mack turned slowly and looked at me, She dropped her head, her arms hanging down in defeat. It broke my heart. I took the rod from her and quickly wound in the line. Then I took her in my arms and held her tight, ‘Sweetheart, you did everything exactly right, perfect. No one could have done better. We only average landing one out of five hook ups. We will get another one on. Please don’t cry.’ She looked up at me.