"It looks like it felt good. I wish I could do that. I just get wet." You've done it before?" Only by myself. I've never had help before." Mary Lynn r...ached over and picked up some leaves, and wiped the globs of semen off of Opie's chest and belly.Opie looked up at the sky."I'm gonna have to get home," he said. "It's getting late, and there's a wedding rehearsal after supper."Mary Lynn nodded. "That's right. Your dad's marrying Miss Crump, isn't he." Yeah, and if I'm late for supper, Aunt. "I can't do that." "You weren't having trouble a minute ago." I try to mutter a protest. "You've watch me do private things, very private things. Now I get to watch you," she says. "Come on let's see it. Drop the t-shirt. Come on drop it." I drop the shirt on the floor but cover my soft dick with my hand. Feeling small and stupid, I try to turn again. "Easy there little guy. Let's see that prick." "No, just leave me alone!" I start to get up, ready to bolt. She pushes me back in the chair and. When we got to Art's house it was time for our by now daily ritual of giving each other head. I began by licking Art's balls. "Oh God that feels good!" he shouted, and I shifted my attention to his engorged cockhead. He began to caress my head, and continued moaning in pleasure as I sucked him. Finally, he shot strings of hot, salty cum down my throat, and we switched positions.He cupped my balls in his hands as he took my cock deep into his mouth. He then took my penis out of his mouth and. “No, wait...”I pursed my lips and tried to think clearly. A battle raged in my mind as my naturally reserved nature tapped me on the shoulder, forcing me to contemplate the reality of having sex in public. I panicked. Oh shit! I’d never done anything like that before: no quick shags in a dark alley behind a nightclub, no midnight fumble in the bunkers at the golf course. Nothing. And she’d picked an urban park teaming with families, dog walkers and all manner of people out enjoying themselves.