Janet never talked about getting fucked. My cock was hard from listening to these young ladies. I started thinking maybe I would try to get one of Jan...t's friends to join me in the tent. Janet asked if I would leave a woman wanting if I fucked her and I told her it would not be right to have pleasure and not make sure she had been satisfied too. The alarm went off again and once again I pulled over. Tina got out she pulled off her bikini top and shook her tits. I wanted to suck her nipples. I. I reluctantly did as I was told and opened my legs until they were shoulder width, leaving me completely exposed.My cock was so hard inside my pants, but it hardly made a bulge. A dribble of pre cum was making a small patch of my white cotton briefs transparent as Chelsea took picture after picture on her phone. After a while she stopped and fiddled with her phone."What are you doing now?" Sarah asked"Uploading to facebook. It's not fair to keep this to ourselves!" Chelsea replied, and my heart. Sarah just stood there and blushed. That night lying in bed next to Mom, I asked her if she could touch me the way I touched her. She sat up on one elbow and looked over at me and said "Honey, we'll have plenty of time for that on our trip back to Oregon." Mom's smile had a way of saying trust me. I closed my eyes only wondering what tomorrow would bring. In the morning we found something strange going on. Instead of one of my cute outfits to wear, Mom had laid out a pair of my old jeans, and a. “Hey, baby, whatcha doing?” Michael asked. “Nothing, just straightening up a few things before you get home.”“What’s wrong? he asked . . . you sound funny. You okay?”“Yeah, of course. I was playing around with Bruno and got a little out of breath.”Bruno was still pleasuring me. My head felt as if it were wrapped in cotton, and my ears were buzzing so loudly in my head that while I could hear Michael talking, I didn’t understand a word of what he was saying. Then, gasping for air . . . Bruno.