We drove to Mary's the "short way," and Rob asked about the boat, the oars and the fishing gear. "Everything's in the shed" was the response. None of ...us had even noticed the shed at the edge of the clearing. Mary found the key to the padlock and we went out back. It was a small shack — about two by three meters, perhaps a bit less, standing on 10 cinder blocks.There was a light switch by the door and Mary flicked it on. The place was somewhat dusty and it smelled damp, but not mouldy. There. Her hands cupped my breasts and my doubts wavered.“We have talked about it,” I admitted hesitantly, “but…”“Super!” Clare exclaimed before I could continue and moved her hand over my stomach. “Wanna do it tonight, Bonnie?”“W… wh..what?” I stammered. This was going too fast. I’d assumed we’d go back and talk about this with the men, exchanging ideas, plan a date and have time to get used to the idea, but the hands caressing my body and warm breath in the back of my neck were confusing me. They say I can open for real next week.So, hopefully, things will be getting back to normal, soon." That would be nice," Frances said, next to her, working the hollandaisesauce to its correct texture with a large whisk.Robbie was at the counter, toasting English muffins while Jordan set thetable. Sunday breakfasts had become a bit more formal than the rest ofthe week during the quarantine. Mary always planned something special forSunday mornings and everyone helped."Jordie," Mary turned to look. Could you make me go right now? I need it real bad. I just gotta have it."With no further invitation needed, Steve lifted Penny's skirt and pushed her panties to the side. His fingers slid inside her vagina. They slid in easily because she was soaking wet with her own pussy juice. With his other hand, Steve reached behind Penny's upraised leg and pushed his thumb deep inside her pulsating anus. The action from his probing fingers at both ends brought Penny to a sudden climax. She put her head.