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He had changed into a t-shirt and some basketball shorts and his hair was a bit wet and combed back. We got back to the camper and I saw my clothes were covered in shit, so I decided to change.

"Okay," Mr. I was frothing at the mouth, this was just fucking amazing. It was running down my leg. My friends were there, of course, and we were just getting started on sticking some photographs onto Styrofoam frames when he first gave me a sign.

But now we were here, parked, ready to go inside. This was my sanctuary, where I could let my hair down, so to speak, and have fun. As I read, I noticed a slight twitching beneath David's night shirt.

He was lean, with nicely toned arms and a flat stomach that showed signs of developing abs. His bobbing slowed down and he pulled back a little to savor the taste of my cum that was filling his mouth fast.

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