When Jared walked into the house his senses perked up with the smells from the kitchen."Wow, I smell your mothers fried chicken, it feels like Sunday ...innertime at the Mahaffey house." He said as he came up behind Meg and kissed the back of her neck."When I told my Mom we were going to picnic today she emailed me the recipe for you. I bet we had fried chicken on 3 Sundays in 4 back then, and you never missed a chance to get an invite. I got a butterscotch pie, lots of veggies, chips, dips,. But that because he had such a huge dick, one girl just wasn't enough always to satisfy his lust. He sometimes had to fuck some other girls, just to skim off the cream. That did not mean he cared about them at all. Marcee was his one true love! Now Marcee?consoled?herself with the thought that he hadn't known if this girl on the phone had a shaved cunt or not. Tht meant he hadn't fucked her! Maybe he was just fooling around a little like he said. He did love Marcee. ?She sucked so hard on his. Sexy as hell. I began to grow in my pants, I wanted to do so many naughty things with that girl. Her bather bottoms clung to her white flesh. Her cleavage made my cock pulse. I snapped out of it and remembered the task at hand, I needed to spank her and she needed to be pleased. I was in charge and she was a camper. I needed to assert control. I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Cora, don’t you dare jump into that lake!”I walked toward her, placing us at eye level. We looked into each others. Maybe it's the fact that I'm rubbing my freshly shaved balls, maybe it's the big drop of precum on my cock head. Either way we end up in the bed making out with me playing with her tits and ass. Rubbing her pussy and asshole. She then makes her way down to my cock with her head joining her hands. She takes my hard cock in her mouth getting it wet slowly, licking it all over. She then begins a rhythm slow and steady, slightly sucking my cock and playing with my big watermelons as she calls them..