All of sudden I hear the flash of the camera and I know Daddy is taking pictures of his handy work. When the flash stops, I hear the bedroom door open... I shiver with anticipation as I hear, Daddy tell somebody to get in the room. I lay there listening but I do not only hear one or two sets of footsteps, I hear at least three. My breath catches in my throat as thoughts of what Daddy may have planned float through my head. I lay there listening for clues as I hear buttons, zippers, and clothes. Hard to not be confident when you know you look as good as anyone. These girls matured early and the culture was completely in favor of expressing sexuality from the females. I remember back in freshman year I head a friend and her talking about her upcoming quinceanera. I had Facebook stalked her and she only shared a few photos with non-friends but the few were winners. Two face close ups with different hair styles. a picture of her hugging her best friend and one of her party. She had. Please?”“Of course, Celia. I’m just trying to think where.”“If you know someplace where we can park, I put sheets on the bed in the back of your pickup,” she said impishly. I laughed.“You came prepared. I know a place behind a certain cemetery that might be available.” Livy had shown me the drive behind the hill of a little family cemetery west of town. Before we knew we could just take each other home and screw in our beds, I’d used the location with Rachel, Livy, and Brittany on occasion.“Do. She put her hand up to block the door, paused to look at me, brow furrowed, then smiled, grabbed my belt, and pulled me in.She let the doors snick closed behind me, then flicked the dress away, still working her fingers in and out of her cunt and massaging her clit with her thumb. She pulled me close and fastened her mouth onto mine.It was soft, wet, and delicious.She broke, then knelt down, hurriedly undid my belt and fly, pulled out my semi-hard cock, and sucked it into her hot mouth, while.