Mother and daughter were very obviously shuddering through a couple of world class orgasms, so the least I could do was to join them.My cum shot out i... a long arc to splash against the wall of the camper shell, again and again. There was a wide, slick river of cum running down the wall. "Must clean that off before Fred comes out", I thought to myself.What had never crossed my mind was the possibility that Connie would drop to her knees and clean the remainder of my cum from the drooping remains. It was quite unlike the night before when they arrived, barely pausing to light a fire in the cottage’s stone hearth before they had torn the clothes from each other in a frenzy of sexual excitement. Belinda was keenly aware of the sounds of birds chirping above them, a boat somewhere further around on the lake, and from the far shore the excited calls of children playing in the playground near the boat ramp and picnic area. They were too far away to see what was going on in this dense cop of. The tip of her tongue disappeared between her lips as she sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Nelson's face with one warm moist palm. "I decided to do something special for you, Nelson. Would you like something special?" Her hand slid, fingers splayed warmly, over his stomach, down into the flex where his legs met his crotch, skin brushing against his once-drained balls and waking them up. He cleared his throat in order to get a gargled, "Yes," out while tingles started to spread. I don't know how to feel either. It's really weird to me too,” Jeanette replied. So it was weird to her too? Maybe it was. It's nothing I ever really expected from her. But truth be told, I kinda of liked the third kiss. So I kissed her once. “See you like it too don't you?” Jeanette asked. “Yes I guess I do,” I replied. “Do you really not know where my dad is?” Jeanette asked. “I have no idea honestly,” I replied. Then she put her hands on my boobs once again. “I know you love him and he loves.