God...there must be something we can do to cool off a little, he thought. Suddenly, she caught his eye and grabbed up his truck keys. "Lets go for a r...ide and crank up the air," she yelled a little mischievously. She tossed him the keys as he opened her door, watching her pull her long legs into the truck. He ran to the other side and opened the door, climbed up and started the engine while she turned the AC up full blast. At first it just blew hot air so they both rolled down their windows, but. It is only Tuesday. Still working all week. Saturday is the usual routine for me. Shopping, cleaning up the house a bit, coffee and newspaper. At six o'clock I take a quick shower. Especially to rinse my intestines well. I want to be clean for Dave's huge cock.Exactly at seven o'clock I ring my neighbour door. The door swings open. To my big surprise it's not Dave, but Uncle Wesley who's right in front of me. "Come in, dinner is almost ready. Dave is in the kitchen," smiles Wesley. As I step. His offer was accepted with alacrity by James, so much so that it didn’t seem as though I was included in the invite. Anyway, looking around farms in the dark didn’t do much for me, so I offered to help Amanda with the dishes, and told James that he had better take his backpack, as if he was looking at the farm and barn, he might as well sleep there. “That is fine by me”, was his reply as he followed Jeff out of the door, with a rather theatrical wink. By now, with a few beers and a full. We couldn’t do it outside without attracting far too much attention. That left us to find a way in our apartment.Our small guest bedroom had in it a set of bunk beds. Since we had no hooks in our ceiling and no exposed rafters, or beams in our apartment, the upper bunk would have to suffice.Both Tonya and I were getting excited as we set up. I had looped the heavy nylon rope over and through the upper rails, leaving an open noose dangling near the forward edge of the lower bunk. After I was in.