I reluctantly agreed to do let him strip me; I didn’t think I could do it myself. It was a hot August day when he, Clay, and I went tubing on the C...omite River, a popular thing to do in the steam cooker of south Louisiana. The three of us were planning on a three-way somewhere on the river, once we found a good place. When we got to the rental place, I was surprised by how crowded it was. And by how far the shack was from the parking lot. We parked in a piney wood and the shack with the sign on. I felt the tears on my cheeks but all volition was denied me as the object of my denial stood before me as I'd often imagined, but long given up any hope of seeing.She looked spectacular; her hair was dishevelled; she wore no make up and her eyes and nose were red from the biting north wind, but a more wonderful sight I had never seen. She was manna, ambrosia and a warm summer's day all rolled into one."Are you going to keep my out here all night?"I stumbled over the words; my throat seemed. She wanted to eat it, to swallow the flavor of her brother's balls. She closed her eyes, remembering how Skip had held her just minutes ago, and suddenly she was over the brink. Her eyes crossed as her body jerked with ecstasy.She rubbed the jockstrap all over her face as she came, her pussy sucking fiercely at her thrusting middle finger, her body trembling with each delicious spasm. She leaned against the washer for support. If it hadn't been there, she would have collapsed on the concrete. Despite the fact that I couldn’t tell what they were, I was happy that they hired me. They were paying me triple my normal fee per day for moving all of their shit into the dungeon I had procured for them.The room was basically an old bomb shelter, 2 stories underground (because just any old basement wouldn’t do) with a small service elevator that was apparently built by the fucking Mayan out of wood and counterbalanced with boulders. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had.