Jeff was standing up in the water with his hard cock just above the water.Even in the cold water I felt so hot and flush with blood in my face. Desire...took over and I swam up to Jeff and his five inch cock.Jeff looked down at me. ‘Are you sure about this Matt?’‘No’ was all I said, then I put my friends cock in my mouth. It felt so hot as I pushed it further and farther in to my mouth and throat. It took some getting used to, never having had a cock in my mouth. I didn’t want to hurt him or bite. Don't worry about money, now. Your ma and I can help ya out with the spending money," the kind hearted man assured, pushing his beat-up felt hat back on his head. He pecked his daughter on the cheek and sped off, dust billowing like forest fire smoke as the Chevy's tires crunched on the gravel heading back for the farm outside of Davis.Mimi stood there before that two story wooden house, eyeing it in rapt suspicion and sizing up the challenge of these upcoming summer months. No one seemed to be. Chet Comstock was nearing seventy now and Pat, the drunk I had picked out of the saloon in Button Box seven years ago, was at least seventy-five.Whenever the three of us had a moment, the talk always turned to Judy and Cindy. Kenny had promised he would have them polished enough to be accepted into the so-called polite society. Miss Sylvia had done much in this area as well. We missed the girls more than any of us would admit while they were away. The town did too and the small ones who were. "Woodstock?" Eric said."What?" said the red haired guy."Woodstock. Got to go, the music is calling me." Whoa little dude, like it is a happening, but can YOU go?" the red haired guy said."Yes, lets go. The music is calling me."The black girl in the back said, "Red, the kid wants to and so do I. I want to see Jimi."Eric said naively "I have $1.63."The black girl said, "Cool man, more than I have but you keep it."Red said, "Okay kid, climb in we are going to Woodstock too." Great" Eric.