”“OK”He unzipped in front of the other urinal, as Kendi continued to kiss my neck. And touch my ear.“Kendi, you should get out of here.”“W...y? You afraid you’re gonna pee on the ceiling?”“No. I don’t want you to feel trapped.”Kendi flinched before closing her eyes and stopping her kisses on my neck and touches on my ear. She laid her head against my back.“I knew it. Come on, lover, shake it dry and put it away, we need to go and have a talk.”Kendi patted me on the back and turned to walk out the. It was only a two hour drive to Salinas, but from there the going was slower with most of the highway being two lanes. They stopped for a late lunch on the Monterey wharf, eating hamburgers, though the restaurant specialized in seafood. They both detected a slight fishy taste to the beef, but it was fun nonetheless... and neither had any complaints.At four that afternoon they reached the Big Sur Coast, and by the time Rick pulled into the campgrounds, it was already getting dark in the dense. I was glad it the light was too dim for him to see. “Well, you didn’t give me much choice in the matter.” “But you didn’t hate it, did you?” he asked. There was a long pause before I answered. “I guess not.” “Would you feel better if I blew you?” I was about to say no when I felt my dick stir. “What, now?” “Sure, but not here,” he said. “Let’s go in the den. I’ll turn on the gas log, it’ll be nice and warm.” “What about Nikki?” “She loves to watch.” “You guys are really surprising me tonight.”. My dick was hard as it could be, and I had to go to the park bathroom to jerk off, so that it won't be a noticeable bulge while we ate. There was another time s*s came by the house to pick up some material, but our mother hasn’t got back from the store yet. She had a short skirt, and a low cut blouse on. Her cleavage was really showing, and I was trying my best to see if she had a bra on. We made small talk as she fixed herself a glass of tea and dropped the spoon. s*s bent down, and her skirt.