We all get along well, sharing a similar sense of humour and easy going nature.We are sat at the dining table eating our breakfast, Tom has already le...ft for work, so it’s just the two of us. I’m never one for conversation when I get up, and it seems neither is Jo, the only sound is that of the clock ticking and our munching.Eventually, I decide to break the silence.“So, What’s the plan for today, Jo?”“Oh not much on today, Luke. I’m just going to chill out, probably go for a little cycle. I sat down and handed her the key. She looked down at it with a confused look. This weird key was one of a kind and I knew she had never seen it before.Mary: ?This is the key? It’s weird looking. What kind of box takes this type of key??I smiled. I had already worked out a story. The only problem was if she wanted to actually see this strange box that didn’t exist. Me: ?It’s an old box that my grandfather made. He was a metal worker and built it to hold his important papers. It is symbolic. He. I was about to go into the bedroom to relieve the pressure in my jeans when there was a knock on the door. I was half a mind to ignore it but, as it may have been something important I went and answered it. When the door swung open, I almost shot my load in my pants. Standing there smiling at me was Hazel and she’d taken the blouse off again and now that gorgeous bust were less that an arms length from me. “Hello Mike,” she said, “I thought I’d pop up and see how you were.” As I stood there, I. Near the roof of the tent was a small flashlight that augmented the light from the moon. Everyone was cast in blue. Caroline began to kiss Beth and I Nicole. Nicole started to undo my pants. I was already as hard as a rock and I could see her nipples peeking out from underneath her shirt. It was already 2 am but I was far from exhausted. Nicole took her hand and started stroking my cock. The air was moist with a faint smell of something akin to baked bread. I could tell they had had a lot of.