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Day 4 out of 7.

Sandra woke up the next morning on a chair by the campfire. The fire was out and she had dried cum plastered on her face. Not realizing the cum was still on her face, Sandra rose from her chair, her back was as stiff as a board. She waddled over to their picnic table. She took a sear and was able to extract bread from a bag and stick it into a toaster they brought.

Anthony emerged from their tent moments after. He stretched his arms wide and scratched his ass. He walked over to Sandra and sat on the other side of the table. Still half asleep, he missed the obvious cum stains on Sandra's face as he sat down. He rested his head on the table.

"How was your sleep?" Anthony mumbled.

"Rough," Sandra told him, staring off into the distance, "I cannot remember what happened last night!"

"Well," Anthony said trying to recall the events of the night, "I remember having dinner at that one family’s campsite. And then they-"

"Fucked," Sandra finished, "Yeah that was a bit strange I must admit. They did have a few good points I must admit as well. Also some nice rules to keep them from getting too fucked up."

Anthony laughed.

"What? Don't you agree?" Sandra laughed along with him.

"Well their rule was: no intercourse until you are... 12 was it?"

"I can't remember," Sandra told him.

"Well there was that, and that's the only rule I remember... And you think it's a good rule?" Anthony laughed again.

"Well yes and no," Sandra laughed, "But I mean it's a good rule if you're going to do that stuff!"

"Yeah fuck you're daughters!" Anthony snorted.

"Well yes, but they had some decent points as to explain how it's not all bad," Sandra argued.

"Example?"

"Well I think it's probably true that the kids aren't doing drugs. That the first point."

"Aunt Sandra, every teenager does drugs," Anthony told her plainly.

"Well I doubt they aren't having sex with strangers, and I don't see why they would! Did you see that boy’s dick?" Sandra asked.

"Really and you didn't notice all of their bodies? What was that ginger girl's name? Was it, Jackie? I think so. She had a body! Let me tell you!" Said Anthony, finally looking up.

"Yeah I guess so," Sandra sighed.

Anthony looked up to look at Sandra. The toast popped up.

"Oh good! Food!" Sandra exclaimed.

Blood rushed from Anthony's face.

"Hey, uh, Sandra?" Said Anthony.

"What is it? She asked grabbing herself a plate and a slice of toast.

"You got something on your... Uh... Face," Anthony told her.

"What do you-" Sandra started. She felt her face. The goo was semi-solid at the best. It was easily noticeable to the touch.

"Is that?" Anthony said in a whisper.

"Your cum," Sandra finished for him.

They both suddenly remembered what had gone on last night. Sandra had convinced Anthony to let her have his dick. At the same time she attempted to get him to lick her snatch.

"You sucked my dick last night!" Anthony said slowly.

"What? Never! I couldn't have!" Sandra denied.

"Oh yes you did!" A smile washed over Anthony's face, "I remember! You wanted my dick so badly!" Anthony dragged out the 'so' as to rub it in her face.

"Oh please! I was drunk and horny! It was nothing, get over yourself!" Sandra explained going red in the face.

"Nope, I remember it didn't stop there! You wanted me inside of you!" Anthony's smile turned into a huge grin.

"Please, you wanted to be inside of me much more, I know that for a fact!" Sandra replied.

"That's not how I remember it!" Anthony told her.

"Oh yeah? Then why did I find cum stains in my panties then? They obviously weren't anyone's but yours! I also found them like that in the morning, before any of that had happened!" Sandra said offended and angry.

Anthony's face turned white again, "You knew?" He asked.

Sandra realizing what she had just said, immediately wished she hadn't of brought that up.

"Well I mean..." She stuttered.

Anthony looked down at his feet, he was thoroughly embarrassed.

"Anthony, it's okay, I didn't mind," Sandra tried to comfort him. However, in a situation such as this, this task was not a simple thing.

Anthony rose from the table.

"Wait! Anthony don't go!" Sandra told him.

"I just need to be alone for a bit now," He told her.

He walked away down their driveway and onto the road. She knew there was no point in chancing him down, it would only make matters worse. She would simply have to wait it out. She felt lousy just sitting there wearing his cum. By this time her toast was hard and stale. That was fine because she had lost her appetite. She tossed into the woods and got up. She would have to sneak to the washroom to get the jizz cleaned off. She didn't want to get caught by anyone because let's face it, that would just be embarrassing.

Anthony entered the path to Lover's Cove. He kicked stones along as he walked. He had chosen to come to Lover's Cove because, well, they hadn't been down any other trail in the area. He also wanted to see the Jen and her beautiful sister. He would not know what to do however if he did see them. But sure enough, Anthony heard the distinct moaning in the distance through the trees. His heartbeat picked up along with his head and hopes. He crept along down the trail cautiously. The moans echoed throughout the trees. Anthony's skin heated up as he came up to a fateful bend in the trail, the moans were loud and he knew they were right around the corner. He could barely see them through the foliage. Anthony turned the bend ever so quietly; Jen was not visible but her sister was. Jen's head, Anthony assumed, was most likely buried in her sister’s pussy. Her sister had her hair tied back into a ponytail and she had a head band on, her head arched back with her hands on either ends of the stump she was sitting on. She was wearing nothing but a bikini top as far as Anthony could tell it may have been just a bra as well. Anthony was unsure how to make them aware to his presence, he simply continued to stealthily creep forwards. Anthony was only a few feet from the girls when the classic moment you only see in the movies happened to him; he stepped on a twig, snapping it instantly. The older sister's head turned to stare at Anthony as soon as the crack under his foot was born. Her cold blue eyes melted right into Anthony's mind. She was not happy.

"Oh hey girls! Fancy seeing you here!" Anthony laughed nervously.

Meanwhile Sandra gathered up her toiletries. She was going to get everything she needed to do at the bathroom done in one fell swoop. She grabbed her bag containing toothbrushes, toothpastes, and other important items to bring to the washroom. She walked up to the end of their driveway. Sandra looked both ways to see if anyone was coming; her coast was clear. She darted across the road and towered the bathrooms. She ran around the building scrambling to get into the woman's room. When she had finally found it, Sandra jumped inside and locked the door behind her. She felt relieved and safe.

That was until she heard a voice behind her say, "Hey friend how was your night?"

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