Peter thanked Hank.Peter: Thank you ... Hank!!Hank: Now would you mind telling us what a young fella like you was doing out here?As Peter got fully aw...ake, he told them everything. He told them that he came here with Miranda and that she disappeared, assuming that the lake serpent got her, since something under the water was trying to pull him down with it.All three men gave Peter puzzled looks.The third man spoke in an annoyed but a matter-of-fact tone, "There is no lake monster. We have never. After several minutes of blowing on them I checked them to see if the were dry. Being dry and looking so nice I reacted pulling them to my mouth and started sucking on her toes.Ann leaned back into the couch pulling her right foot away and moving back between my legs and into my crotch. As I sucked on the toes on her left foot she told me how good that it felt and began to caress my cock through my shorts with her right foot. After about five minutes of working on that foot she pulled it away. The second one – passionate. She couldn’t help it. She tried to stop thinking about it. Tried to not imagine it being someone she knew. And for the life of her couldn’t get over the feeling of having the somehow-familiar cock in her now-sopping-wet pussy. She squeezed her legs together, as if trying to push the man away. This just made him surge harder against her, and grip her hips. ‘UH-UN. No….’ He gruffly gritted at her in the same voice. ‘You’re taking my cum.’ He held still, then ground. He always liked to wake up early, the view of the cliffs from his bedroom is something almost magical. The birds singing, the quiet, the cold wind. Yeah, this would forever be his happy place.He spends a few minutes sat on the floor watching the sunrise before walking back into his room. Now, more lightened it’s clear that’s not a small bedroom. On his right it’s a king-size bed with white and red sheets rested against the black wall and a recamier, or as it’s commonly known, a bedroom bench in.