We weren't expecting anyone else. I waited until they had their tents set up. It took them a while because of the distraction that Inga was causing.Wh...en they finished setting up and everyone was sitting around with a cold beer I told Inga to take her sandals off.She looked at me for a second. She was obviously more embarrassed about showing these men her two new tattoos than she had been when she was undressed for their entertainment a few minutes ago.She hesitated for a long moment and that. Experienced as I was, this was still a lot to take and I did gag and splutter a bit but pro that I am I took it all and built a rhythm with him. But I feared that at this rate he would shoot all too soon. He was moaning and sighing and muttering in his own language. I had no idea what he was saying but the manner of his saying it was clear - he was verbally abusing me and quickly approaching orgasm.He must have sensed that and luckily didn’t want this entirely new and exciting experience to be. Her reaction to the cold was expected. Her nipples hardened and tightened, distended out from her breasts. I alternated the coldness of the ice with the warmth of my mouth, moving mouth and ice from nipple to nipple. The ice melted to water. I knelt between Lisa’s spread tied thighs and squirted copious quantities of lubricant over her pussy. I even inserted the tube into her vaginal entrance and fed the lube inside her. Lisa was finding all of this attention a turn on. She was now constantly. Mom and Dad have been out here with us. Today is Saturday and we have friends coming to paint. Chad and I have picked the paint and put out drop cloths and gathered brushes, trays, and rollers. Our bedroom will be painted the same color as our bedroom at Mom and Dad's. We both love that color and that room has special meaning to us. The most difficult decision was furniture for our bedroom. We have looked and looked but we like what we have been using for the last year. Mom and Dad have offered.