Unbuttoning his shirt Donna threw it on the floor as they snogged, she then took her own blouse off and Tim kneaded her tits, her nipples were already...solid. She unclipped his pants and in pulling them down could see the outline of a good 6” cock in his boxers, as she took them off him her hand brushed his wood and he gasped.Pulling down his boxers she grabbed his tool and pulled back his foreskin licked him, he moaned. She continued to suck and lick his shaft as he groaned away. Another few. I used that fluid to lubricate the head of his dick with the palm of my hand. It had the result that I had been hoping for, more precum. I gave it a lick to keep it from dripping down onto his balls. It tasted just about like every other bits of precum I have been lucky enough to taste.Phil could restrain himself no longer, but with a moaning begging voice said, “Oh, my God. Suck my dick faggot!” I certainly didn’t need any encouragement, but leaned closer to his groin and proceeded to swallow. I headed south on I-55 as our trek began. It would take us three full days of driving. Bryan and I would share the driving. As we drove, we talked about my dad, our family, Bryan's and my closeness. I cried some and laughed some. In my emotionally needy state, I felt even closer to Bryan than usual. At the time, it did not feel wrong to lean on Bryan the way I did. In fact, our closeness seemed natural and appropriate. It was almost nine p.m. when we pulled off the road for the night outside. What a pity. And the only people who could really see my tits were that second group and only while they were fairly close to us. I saw a group of teenage guys come down just as we rounded the first bend. We paddled a little and left the first group behind within ten to fifteen minutes. It got lazy. Tubing is just floating down the river. It is a shallow river and filled with sandbars. Clay paddled over to me and started kissing me and squeezing my tits. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed..