It felt great & I relaxed as he continued to sit behind me & stroke my back & cheeks. As he passed down my cheeks he pushed me forward so that my puss...y was tilted up towards him. Mmmm, that looks so good he said as he continued to stroke up and down my slit, I was so totally ready for him I pushed my dripping pussy up further in the air so he could reach further in. He bent down & his tongue licked from the front right to the back of me, sending shivers down my spine. Oh please fuck me I gasped. "I'm so lucky your mom tricked you into going along with this all.", He said jokingly.My mom punched him playfully in the shoulder."Eric! I love our son.", She interjected."I know. We all do. And even more after today." He retorted slapping us both on the butt."Eep!", I let out.I pretended, rather transparently, not to like that kind of attention.My dad grabbed ahold of my shoulder firmly with one hand."Come on, boy. I know what it's like to be your age. Don't pretend not to like it.", My dad. The implication was that it was worth waiting for – in which case she wanted to know about it now; but maybe it wasn’t worth waiting for – in which case why spend your time thinking about it?She hadn’t so much as felt herself. All such temptations were wrong and to be fought. She was open about this with the younger girls in her dorm. Many of them, even as young as thirteen (and one as young as eleven in a different dorm) had been pressured by boys. Part of the aim of the camp was to encourage. When she was young and was beautiful, and vibrant. When he was hers. Running the pale cream bristles through her hair, she swayed, her naked body moving in a mocking sinuous dance as she remembered the past, the happy times, the times when he would stand behind her, his body nestled up against her back, his arms around her body, his hot breath at her neck, his love encompassing her making her feel complete. Smiling at herself in the mirror she remembered lost in the memories, seeing herself as.