A line of trees kept us from view of the surrounding area but still allowed the wind to keep the ever-present mosquitos away."Sweetie, I want to go fi...shing. Fish like to eat other fish or nice juicy bugs." I said the last as I licked my lips as if I thought they tasted good too. She made faces at me but we looked.Bait was scarce; all I found were a few crayfish. I baited six lines and put them as far out as I could get them. The lines went around twigs before being tied to a springy. The moonlight bounced off my pearly skin, my fully erect eight inches of slender meat, my shiny pink nipples - I loved my body, and I don't think I needed to make him love it too. Even the blood around my lips and neck, and dripping down my legs from my royally fucked asshole gave me a shocking erotic appeal. I could feel his lust and fear."W-who are you? What happened to you? Do you need help?" Good grief, a chatterbox. What a mood-killer. I exerted force into his mind and he got dizzy."What I. She looked to the side and saw Kevin watching his wife and Matt, as he jerked himself, and appeared close to cumming."No Kevin, don't!", Lisa almost screamed. "Save it for Marc. He wants you to jerk off on his face in his bedroom. He had to have a couple of stiff drinks to get himself there, but he said he wants to go to the bedroom and do stuff in there with you and Matt."Matt's throbbing and thick white cock had just that moment shot the first of several thick ropes of cum into Kevin's wife's. Jonas immediately introduced him. ‘Stanley, this is my son, Gabriel. Gabriel, meet Stanley Copely.’ We shook hands, and I was directed to a large, leather wing chair at a conference table. The housekeeper entered and served coffee and a selection of cookies. With the introductions and some small talk out of the way, Jonas decided to get to the reason for the meeting. ‘Stanley, for the past three years, I have been selling off some development property I own in order to raise the cash to quietly.