At first, John was facing away from me so that he could direct me towards a perfect fishing spot that he had recently found. I couldn’t really see ...here we were going but just followed his direction until we ended up in a secluded little cove with no one else in sight. After telling me to stop, he turned around and sat down facing me while getting his rod baited to fish. It was evident from the slight bulge in his shorts and the small bit of scrotum hanging out that John was interested in. He put the beads on the side, then taking his hands and putting them under her ass, lifting it up so he could put the beads in. Hayly kept shaking her head. “No… please. Not there. Please God not there.” Dale took the beads, and slowly started slipping them into her virgin asshole, one by one. The beads were a medium size, so it wasn’t enough to hurt her too bad. Hayly whimpered again, crying and screaming through the gag, but not of what was screamed or cried was understood. “Shh, it’s ok.. He sat there for ten minutes, just thinking. When he moved to roll his chair to the bedroom, he saw the photographs still lying on his lap. He looked through them again until he got to the color print. His chest felt tight, but it didn’t make him break down again. He put it on the bottom again, before it got to him. He shoved with his foot, until an end table was within reach, and put the sheaf of prints there.He was astonished to sense Erica’s presence almost immediately as he got into the. Suddenly, I heard 'Jesus fucking Christ, quiet down a bit!' Brett had left the door open and Jake was standing there watching! 'Why don't you shut him up?' Brett said, not braking stride. I laid their, getting fucked on his bed, unable to say anything. Jake walked right over, taking off his shirt. His glorious chiseled body reveled a nice 7" cock. I took it in my mouth as Brett steady his strokes. I sucked and was fucked for a good 15 mins before Jake demanded a turn. I got on all 4's as Jake.