She held it open and showed me its contents. Inside were a small silver bullet vibrator and a beautiful butt plug with a diamante stone on the handle ...end. “You are such a slut, Lorraine. Who is going to be on the receiving end of those two little beauties?”Her face was the picture of innocence. “You of course you dirty little tart and me of course. I thought we could share them both.” She snapped the bag closed.“Stand up and give me a twirl, let me check your outfit.”I stood in front of her. She started talking back. And from then on he started to talk with this girl for a while seeing a picture of this girl. Clean pictures at first, but each one getting more and more revealing. Until this picture tonight he had seen her topless or without a skirt, but never completely naked. They had called each other and heard each other moan as they masterbated. Her whimpers and moans had always given him the greatest masturbation nights, they had also did stuff online, writing what each would. He noted that the girls had done a good job of positioning the patio furniture. He also noted two long rows of chaise lounges along each side of the pool, along with four round wood tables, complete with umbrellas and chairs.The tables on the patio were old-fashioned, rectangular wooden picnic tables complete with benches and shade covers that completely covered the two tables. The shade covers were great for keeping the sun off but did nothing for the stifling heat outside. There was no. ‘No, we have a shovel by the front door and you go off into the woods and dig yourself a hole.’ Paul said. ‘Just watch out for the badgers. They can be tough to deal with if they catch you with ‘your pants down’, so to speak.’ Marge was starting to believe him until the joke about the badgers. ‘I’ll repeat the question!’ she pointedly stated, as a lawyer prodding a reluctant witness. ‘Is there an indoor bathroom?’ ‘Yes, there are two.’ Paul surrendered. ‘There are a few badgers, but they won’t.