So one day I told him I was going to go camping and would he like to go with me. He did not know I was Gay, I do not think. So he said, "Sure, but he ...did not have a sleeping bag." I said, "I have two you can use one if you want." If you have ever been in the Midwest you know how hot and humid it can get. Right? Well it was real hot the day we were packing my truck. He was wearing real tight shorts on where you could see his Balls just sticking out a little. Was driving me crazy. As we were. So he grabbed a hold of his wet cock, and started peeing on the flower beds, making sure she saw him."Lick it clean, Mrs. M" he said in a commanding voice once he stopped peeing.Nodding, Manya was only took keen to take that beautiful cock into her mouth, tasting a strange mix of sperm, her own pussy juice and pee. She wasn't sure what to expect but she could distinctly make out all three tastes and to her delight (not surprise) she loved all three tastes. She wasn't sure what to make of that. I offered my hand to June, and after a moment, she shook it.As Tiny got into the passenger side, June said, "Did you know that Tiny plays the trumpet?" Really?" I asked. I never saw Tiny play an instrument before."His Uncle Jake was a jazz musician in Chicago."I hadn't known this. "You play?" I asked Tiny."A bit," Tiny admitted.That was interesting. And then, suddenly, I made a shocking realization. "Jake Jonas? The legendary blues musician?" Yeah," Tiny said, smiling slightly. "You've heard of. Jeff used his tongue to attack the inner creases of her hips with gusto. Kassidi voiced her approval with little moans. She made an effort to guide his head, but he refused. Kassidi shifted her hips to push her mound to his mouth. She whined as he evaded her yet again.Without warning, Jeff skimmed her wet outer lips with his pointed tongue. Kassidi pushed against him to bring the welcome invader closer to her treasure. Jeff mouthed the top of her mound massaging the sweet, tender flesh above.