We drove to Mary's the "short way," and Rob asked about the boat, the oars and the fishing gear. "Everything's in the shed" was the response. None of ...us had even noticed the shed at the edge of the clearing. Mary found the key to the padlock and we went out back. It was a small shack — about two by three meters, perhaps a bit less, standing on 10 cinder blocks.There was a light switch by the door and Mary flicked it on. The place was somewhat dusty and it smelled damp, but not mouldy. There. I thought if I was careful, I would be able to make it safely across. I proceeded to hop from hummock to hummock and slowly made my way through the marsh. I could see a dog's footprint in the muck and knew that the crossing would have been much easier for him.As I was nearing the solid ground, I suddenly felt my boot slip and then my foot began to be sucked up into the ooze. To regain my balance, my other foot had slipped and began to sink into the marsh also. At first I wasn't concerned, but. I turned round facing Simon my hand on his crotch massaging his cock through his trousers, then undoing his trousers letting the fall to the floor my hand was inside is pants his cock was average size it was hard in my hand and I was slowly wanking him as he was pulling off his pants then eventually getting them down he kicked them away with his trousers and now I could see his cock erect in my hand. I went down and holding his cock let my tongue brush over the head I could taste the pre cum. "See that lock," she said pointing tothe doorknob, "it's broken. No way am I going risk being raped."This was not that kind of party. I was puzzled."Stand with your back and heels against the door facing me and closeyour eyes. Since I can see your face you better not peek or you WILL besorry." She accented the "will." I backed to the door and closed myeyes. I listened to the sounds of a toilet lid, and the quiet slide ofnylon on nylon."Damn, don't you hate it when your panties get stuck on a.