‘Lake Winnipeg?’ All of the memories came flooding back in a torrent, and she closed her eyes for a moment. +++ As far back as she could remember... her family would pack up and head to Lake Winnipeg for two weeks every summer. It was an arduous journey, but well worth it when they arrived. Each day was perfect, rain or shine, the unmitigated beauty of the area only challenged by the peaceful silence they were afforded. She and her sister would spend the days goofing off, picking the local. Ted stuffed everything into an envelope and then handed it back to Cathy. Everything was packaged up and ready to mail to the IRS. Last year’s taxes were completed.“Now about your first quarter estimated taxes,” Ted said.Cathy handed over the forms she had filled out. Ted looked them over. He went over to the books and double checked the entries on the forms. Benny and Tim watched him double check Cathy’s work.“Okay. It looks good to me. All you need to do is write the checks and we’ll get this. .Damien wants to meet and fuck my Baby Girl...As we were kissing deep....tongue fucking hard... I was fingering her so fucking deep inside her tummy...up past her cervix...on her A spot and she was soaking wett and orgasmmmmming over and over...then I pulled out the black cock (that I bought that day on the way to meet her)...As she lay there gasping....pretty messed up and sweaty hair...flushed cheeks....her eyes "wide shut"....I handed "our new Black friend to her"...I made her hold it touch. I could not resist grabbing the back of Kirsty’s head and pressing it deep into my bald cleft as I bucked and rode the high, my naked bosom heaving (I could not remember taking off my top and bra, but they were all the way across the room now). Then I fell back to lie on the floor, my breath labouring through my widely grinning lips.Kirsty emerged into view on top of me, and her lips planted on mine. Our tongues duelled, and I realized that I could still taste myself on her. It wasn’t the sour,.