It was our spot and no one ever knew we were there or what we were doing—kind of like peace on earth. Carl and I were married late that summer. We d...idn’t have any money, we didn’t own anything for that matter. My parents let us move into their basement where we set up a makeshift apartment with a borrowed bed and dresser. We were happy. I had taken a job that same summer at the mill working in the office along with my mother, but I was the one who paid the invoices for the mill on the river in. We were continuing to experiment, but had learnt so much already. Fucking was now far more relaxed and sensual, and we were all learning more about each other’s likes and dislikes, not that there were many of the latter! Don’t get me wrong, we still went at it like rutting dogs when the mood took us, but we also enjoyed long, deep, slow fucking, sucking and piss sessions as well.I was constantly amazed and delighted at the differences between my loving fuck-sluts, despite them being mother and. Whenever I stepped out of the cabin, I could smell the clean, fresh odor of the water of the lake. About a week after I had made my last trip down to the lower lands, I started noticing an old man walking along the shore during the early mornings and evenings. What his exact age was I could not guess. While he walked with a noticeable limp, his body was otherwise unbowed from age. His hair was completely white, he had a strong chin, a wide mouth, and stood just less than six feet tall. I would. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to be so close to her alone; I would want to jump all over her. Anyways, there we were, in the conference room.I shut the door after we entered and confessed to Stephanie how much I did not want to do this. “Well I’m sure we will be able to have some fun in doing this,” she says as slightly runs her tongue across her bottom lip as she turns towards the conference table. That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I move up to right behind her and slide my hand.