Steel.It was about an hour drive to the campsite. When we drive up the long twisting dirt road, I was spelled bound by the beauty of the place. "Here ...e are," Mr. Steel said as we made a final left turn into a dirt drive. There in front of me was a small cabin facing a rippling blue lake. "This is it?" I asked, "You mean the cabin?" "Yes," laughed Mr. Steel, "This was my father's fishing lodge, as we call it. He died right before school let out. It has a lot of good memories for me.". " Really, you think so?" Katie asked incredulously."Oh, yeah. Haven't you noticed how he looks at you in your bikini? He practically drools over you."Katie didn't say anything. She hadn't noticed the reaction on the part of her uncle that Ken was describing. But there was that moment late last night when she thought she had seen her uncle outside her bedroom door."Don't worry, we'll be more careful," Ken reassured her.They headed the horses into the woods and soon arrived at their secluded. When I started sucking on it he made a noise no other guy I dated had. It turned me on so much, I kept blowing him. He knew I had no gag reflex and he kept pushing to see how far I would go. I took all 9 inches of his black dick down my throat and just stared up at him. The moment I did he exploded. I will never forget it. His cum coated my throat and tongue as he pulled his dick out of my mouth. He thought he hurt me and was apologizing and everything and I just opened my mouth as wide and I. He had no problem in bringing her to the “tingle” she valued best of all and she knew her honey would cure his acne before the cruise was over.Her other admirer was George Apple, Attorney at Law, a man in his early forties with lots of charisma and charm to talk her panties down with little effort on his part. Apparently, he was smitten sufficiently to disregard her age problem and decided to risk all in navigating his way up her channel of delightful tightness.Betsy knew she could handle him.