"Oh, God," he was saying, and things like that, like he couldn't believe what was happening.My cock was bobbing about in front of me as I stood there ...n front of them, like it had a life of its own, absolutely rigid. And K was almost laughing, not in a nasty way, just because she was loving this whole weird situation."Come on," she urged me. "Get yourself off. Go on."So I did. I just started wanking while I watched K wanking J, imagining that it was me she had hold of. If I'd been a bit more. And there she is! The most beautiful and dangerous tree in this entire trail. A large, knotted tree grown over the edge of the river. Roots exposed, it reminds me of paintings of can-can dancers, legs exposed and ready for people to touch. I creep up next to the roots and finally, my body tells me its time.I remove my dress, slowly and feeling every bit of wind as it hits my freshly exposed skin. My tree is exposed, so naturally I should be as well. I toss my dress into the river. Material is. Over and over he brought me to the edge, then backed off. I remember clawing at and gripping my seat, lost in pleasure. I was ready to beg him for release, beg him not to stop, but again he seemed to know and quickened his pace. His wet mouth moving up and down my shaft until I exploded. As I gripped the seat, almost breathless, he continued to suck me as stream after stream, wave after wave, shot into his mouth, and he swallowed it all. He left me totally spent. It was the best orgasm of my. ”“Are you going to see Kara?”“Yes, tonight for dinner. I’m having lunch with Bethany today, breakfast with Pete, Melanie, and some others tomorrow, then dinner at Don Joseph’s on Sunday. I don’t have any plans for Monday, though I’ll probably try to see Kara again before we head back.”“Dad, can I go to breakfast with Steve tomorrow? Instead of church? It’s not like I don’t go every week.”“Your mom has just calmed down. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”“Dad, could she come to Don Joseph’s for.