Running her lips down across the arch of his shoulders. Her fingers spread over his back, massaging his thick muscles together, scrunching them agains... her smooth cool skin. His eyes looked upwards and counted the cracks on the ceiling. Forty-seven so far. It couldn’t have been wear and tear, it must’ve been a design choice–some kind of new-age painting style. Her head brushed past his waist, her flame-red hair catching his eye. ‘Sweetie—what are—?’ his voice breaking into a gasp. It felt wet.. No Steve, We are all enjoying the fire, and keeping our thoughts to ourselves. If you have a problem with that maybe you should go the hell to bed. Pam yelled in a angry tone. We all just kinda looked at Pam like she had lost it. It was not like her to be so vocal. I assumed that she was more frustrated with the bi curious situation than anything. Yet I was still unsure of how to approach her about it.She stood and strolled over to our tent, unzipped the door and walked inside. I stood too,. ... oh God... What she did with my dick was the stuff of wet dreams. She was holding my balls stationary but real tight with both hands. Her thumbs were stroking on the underside of my dick right above the ball sack. Her mouth was sucking my dick for all it was worth. When the morning wood let loose with cum Lynnette didn't break stride one iota. She kept on sucking and swallowing until I was dry and limp as a tissue on a rainy day.Then she simply slid back up and after a kiss on my cheek,. There was a dead silence. Nothing was said for a full thirty seconds then my Aunt finally spoke."Eddie? You mean some man you met named Eddie?" my Aunt now nervously stumbling for words."No," my Mother said in a steady and serious tone. "Eddie my son, your nephew." she said with complete confidence.I had to see their expressions so I slide back to peek around the corner. I could see Aunt Kay with both her hands on her chest as her breasts heaved with her deep breaths. The stunned look on her.