" You were helping who?" Wilde— One of the natives, sir." 'One of the natives?'" repeated Miller incredulously, his voice rising back to near fever ...itch. "The bugs you mean? You got pet names for bugs?" It's easier to be able to call them something when you're working with them," Zo began to explain. "They don't have names of their own, you see, so—" What do you mean, 'working with them?'" Miller cut him off. "You're not down there to coddle these ugly insects, you're there to be on fucking. ‘Well, I figured it was a good excuse to meet you anyway. I’ll have to thank the postman for introducing us.’ The joke was pathetic but she laughed politely anyway. After a moment of awkward silence she spoke, ‘Yes, well, thank you again, I actually have to go in a few minutes, I have to meet a client.’ ‘On a Sunday? That doesn’t sound like much fun. What’s so important that it wont wait till Monday?’ I gave her a little push to trust me and want to keep talking to me. ‘I work for a modeling. Next week is her turn on the night shift and the two of them could hardly wait. Randle went to bed early so he could be fresh for when Sue arrived. The time went by slowly as he dreamed of fucking Sue’s young pussy. He could see in his minds eye her parting her lips to suck his huge dick. How she would run the tip of her tongue along his shaft and balls. The dream was so vivid his cock was stiff and throbbing. He heard him self moan as she retracted her jaw and his penis slipped into her warm. Sandra unpacked the sandwiches and the drinks. Sandra the boys and I ate the sandwiches, potato chips and drank our drinks washed up in the lake and headed back to the cabin. The six of us, Sandra, my sons Matt and Chuck as well as their two new friends Steve and Len walked back to the cabin. Once we got back to the cabin I started the barbecue and cooked, steak and potatoes cooked in the coals. Matt, Chuck, Len, Steve and I cleaned everything up and did the dishes. Sandra had already gone in.