I went there on a Wednesday. I parked in a lot and walked toward a big, slow-moving creek that wound its way into the lake. I knew that it was deep. M...y heart began to beat faster; I can't swim, and am terrified of drowning. But in a strange way, this fear is also a turn-on. I can't explain it. Maybe it's the helplessness, the vulnerability, which in my dreams leads to the best part: my handsome hero. As I approached the creek bank, my heart beat even faster. There he was! A few hundred feet. ‘I see you like the idea as much as me!’ ‘Well I’m not going to argue.’ He responded with much enthusiasm. With that Doug got up and removed my robe pulling me down on the bed. His cock was rock hard in his pajamas as he rubbed my bare pussy with his hand. I stroked him setting it free hoping he could hold out without coming too soon. Mounting me he tried pushing his cock into me. ‘Slow down honey, wow I guess this life does make you horny,’ I said but I need a little foreplay before we fuck.. His hole tightened it's grip on my thick cock head. I knew I had him . As I squeezed his throat tighter, his hole got tighter, and he now was buckin back on my thrust into his guts as he fought for oxygen. He fuckin luved that shit. Suddenly I let go of his throat, and grabbed him by the waist with both hands. I reared back and gave him three more super hard pops in rapid succession--like gunfire, and then pulled out. All at once we both exploded at the same time. Rope after rope of thick. "Absolutely." I tell him. We make it over to the van and get in the back. They lay me down on the bed and get in beside me and start kissing me on my neck and lips. Their hands running up and down my body. My cock straining in my panties and hose. My hands rubbing their cocks through their sweat pants. I reach in under their sweats and grab their rock hard cocks and stroke them up and down. Mr. Tenley is the first to take his pants off then followed by his friend, whom I never did get his name..