But it’s been a long time since those made me tear up. There was also Knowing Me, Knowing You, which played that first, and only, day Birgit and I m...de love. But there are good memories to go with the bad. And then there’s Dancing Queen, which was the song Jennifer and I first danced to at Camp Marydale.”“You were what? Fourteen?”“It was June of 1977, so yes. Birgit had recently gone home, and that dance at Marydale was when Jesse got started.”“Call The Guinness Book!” Jessica tittered.. Without another word, I slid off the sofa in between his legs and removed his erection from his pants. He said nothing and I assumed that it was safe to go the next level, so I took his glans into my mouth and started sucking softly on it. He just sat back and started breathing deeply still saying nothing. I continued sucking on his glans and felt that he was starting to make slight thrusting movements towards my face with his hips, so I took this as my cue to attempt to get his whole dick into. I stayed where I was and pulled another guy next to me onto me. He put on his condom and slid into me. Over his shoulder I could see a couple of spare guys standing at the edge of the mats watching me. I pointed at both of them and then at me and they nodded and smiled. The guy fucking me kept at it for a while and pulled out before he blew. This was quite a common pattern as the guys were saving themselves to fuck other women without needing the recovery time. I stayed lying with my legs open. Daryl, Dave. You guys should really get on. You’ve got a lot in common. Like your taste in women, for instance.’ Maybe not.I was still barely hearing a word Daryl was saying as I asked him for a coffee, and to say hi to Dave, my brain still pre-occupied with how I was going to handle this.Ushering Daryl in, I took a deep breath, and went with my opening gambit. Lame, but nothing better came to my mind. “Dave, honey. You’re not going to believe who we bumped into, and who gave me a lift home.