I felt her friend take one of my hands from her hip and place it on his cock. I started stroking a very generous cock to life. I found her little butt...n with my tongue, and began a series of soft licks, then strong suction, topped off with a popping sound as I moved my head back and released.It wasn't long before she gave a little shudder, and backed away a step. I felt her hand turn my head to her friend. She whispered "suck". I looked at her with my "it's not gonna fit" eyes. She smiled back. I blushed profusely. ?Go get it now,? Mother snapped her fingers sharply. Burning with shame, I went to my bedroom and brought out my notebook. Turningto the French section, I took out my poem. ?What's your poem called dear?? Mrs. Cook grinned. ?When I Look Up,? I said. ?Nice,? Mother said, taking my notebook, ?Read it to your Father.? My cheeks on fire, I turned sheepishly to Father, and began reading from thepage. When I Look Up, My Dearest Father, You are there, never farther, Melting away. ” I admitted.“Well then, I guess I’ll have to school you,” Dad laughed.After driving for at least a mile down a bumpy dirt road lined with mesquite trees, the camp became visible as we rounded a right-hand bend. There were three trucks parked out in front and smoke could be seen wafting up from behind the brown wood camp. Dad blew his horn four times as we pulled up next to a mud splattered white Ford.“That’s the secret knock,” he said with a grin. He cut the engine and we opened our doors. “Oh my god you taste so good” between kisses. “Can we take this party to a place where we have a little more room to stretch out?” she asked. We got up from the couch and she led me into the bedroom. As soon as we entered the room she spun around into my arms and we locked in intense kissing again. She backed me up against the bed and playfully pushed me down. She kneeled down in front of me, looking up at me. Her hands immediately went to the mountain underneath my jeans, and she began.