“Thank you Mr. Abernathy—so see, if ya'll let Johnny hang with us this week—tomorrow, like I said , will be school. He will learn first aid, ho... to handle the bikes, sportsmanship, we make sure he can swim—heck, the Boy Scouts dont got shit on us” I say with a grin. As the crew continues with it's busy setting up of camp, Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy watch in awe. Totes are unloaded, tents set up, Corey bring the ice tea, and the center fire is now glowing. As it get close to dusk, Chief Big Horn. Tied together. Door closed.No way out. Endure and cool off ... They couldn´t speak as their cries dumbed to shivering sounds, inaudable in the noice of the running water.They stood their long, it felt. Lost sense of time. Gina thought: didn´t Leslie tell "5 minutes to cool off" tying us up?" ...She started to count with every breath. Quickly she calculated: five minutes is only a few hundred breaths.She concentrated, but couldn´t help her tempo of breast movement increased.She forgot how long. We tried to talk as we drove along, and even though Manuel was driving slow and lots of cars were over-taking us, the wind noise was just too great. It wasn’t until we arrived at a huge, dirt car park that he managed to tell me that we were meeting the students in the car park, Manuel drove around until we saw them, 2 girls and 3 men, all in their twenties or thirties.After introductions, the students carried all the equipment through the trees towards the beach which looked amazing, much. She washes his chest and belly then kneels down in front of him."Your cock has been up my ass, as dirty as I feel I’m not going to suck it until I clean it.” She gets her hands all soapy then starts to clean his shaft and balls. She peels back his foreskin and cleans behind head.Splashes of water land on her hair as she looks at his now clean cock. She leans in and starts to lick and kiss his tip. Her soft wet lips on his sensitive cock head. Her tongue is warm and soft as she uses it to.