Sugar slid off of the bed and slipped the cotton fabric over her head and pulled it into place. It wasn't a perfect fit, but it was close enough. Suga... twirled, the dress billowed and her blond bush peeked back at me.I adjusted my pecker inside my jeans and all three saw me and smiled at my discomfort.Beth reached over and rubbed my cock through the denim and said. "I'm sure we can take care of that for you later, can't we girls."They both excitedly agreed and went back to the packages.I went. “Hey, fucker. Cut it out!” he said, a hint of the jitters in his snicker this time.“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna stick it up that tight little ass of yours. But I can fuck your crack, can’t I? I mean, I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you guys all those years ago.”And it was true. I had always had the hots for Rick. The things I wanted to do with him ... TO him ... let’s just say they far exceeded rubbing my cock up and down his butt crack. But if we were gone too long from the party,. The WAY OUT was a trifle tighter than it had been going in.The sun was shining, birds singing, white butterflies over a sloping meadow of wildflowers. At the end of the meadow, a rapid river moved, splashing over and between sunlit boulders. David, wearing shorts, Berks and a Tee, was fly-fishing along the bank.The Suburban was parked next to a 5 man pop up tent. Wendy was at a small fire cooking a hotdog for a beautiful 7 year old blond, they were singing. The song made no sense but they. Barry, and Celia were devastated, they had a month to pay. That next weekend with much reluctance Celia having talked it over with Barry and Barbera, decided that perhaps to stay afloat, she would talk seriously to Ken! I was not a decision she would take lightly Barbera laughingly saying she would stand in if she could!When Ken arrived that Friday after work, the k**s greeted him as usual, he having grown to like them both, bearing gifts of sweets for the youngsters, the thanked him and Celia.