Damn.Shortly thereafter, Angel emerged and came to sit beside me. She brought a welcome bottle of sparkling water with her.“Simon Says you don’t d...rink,” she said handing it to me. I wasn’t sure if that was just a statement or an instruction.“I usually avoid it,” I said noncommittally.“Simon Says you are the best there is.” Simon Says. What was Simon playing?“Simon hasn’t seen me in a long time,” I answered. “I’m not sure I’m the best at what he wants.”“Simon Says there is no one he trusts more. They averaged about 15-20 miles per hour, a grueling pace for the ATVs to maintain over rough ground. They stopped ever hour for a potty break and to relieve stiff muscles. There was so much weaving around to avoid obstacles that they traveled 20 miles to make 12 in a straight line. They had forded one river and had lost a lot of time in working out how to do it. Jim estimated that they had made it to the vicinity of Wetumpka by the time they stopped for supper.They all were so pooped that they. His dick had always been admired by the women he had fucked. “Please, you can call me John”“I kind of prefer Mr. Smith. If I had known your cock was so beautiful, I would have let you fuck me a long time ago. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you, but after seeing your son’s dick I always thought yours would be a little small and thin like his.”“You’ve see my son’s cock,” John questioned.“Oh yeah…lots of times. The first time was when I had a sleepover here and Erica and I were kissing. You. ” Matt replied, laying Holly down on the settee as he deftly removed her panties exposing her puffy vulva, cock rampant while it pushes into her wet waiting fuck tube. A few hours later Holly looking flustered, came into the lounge to speak to Matt. “Mum phoned, she’s home, but feeling ill. Caught a bug on her travels no doubt.” Holly quipped a bit irked. “One of us has to go home and see to her Matt? She said stating the obvious. “Well I cant! He exclaimed angrily. “I have to lock up whenever.