Dad called it 'holing up for the winter', and said he did it regularly, it was in a sense, a psychic vacation from the drives and demands that moved h...m to act the rest of the year.River and I were back to the Neck the next day, right after morning meal. We weren't sure where to start, so we decided to start with a little exercise. The 'drain plug' was very flat, but not perfectly so, and shaped something like a leaf, about thirty feet long and twenty feet across at its widest point. It sloped. I got behind her and spread her big cheeks, exposing her shaved pussy. I slid my finger between her lips and she was very wet! I couldn't contain myself and bent over to eat her pussy from behind. She tasted amazing. Soon, Jim stopped her from sucking since he wanted to prolong the experience. I lay on the bed and Tia straddled my face and her and I began to sixty-nine. She gives great head, her mouth and lips felt amazing on my cock.Jim knelt near my head and as I was going to town licking. But for right now, do you have anyidea of who did this? Have you seen them before?" No," he said again."Well, OK," said the policeman. "For now, I have posted an officeroutside your door. Hopefully the word hasn't gotten out yet that you'restill alive; best if they think they succeeded. But we can talk later."He stood and left without further comment.David lay back in his agony. * * * * * *It was early the following day that Captain Bradford returned. Davidwas. And thenthey met. His mouth was slightly open and her full lips engaged with his.It was soft. It was gentle. It was electric. They parted, briefly, at themouth, but the rest of them was pressed together ever harder. Wynne'sround, high breasts pressed up against his chest. He seemed as hard asrock, but as warm and comforting as a warm blanket on a winter's evening.Their lips met again, delicate again, each of them exploring the other,and then firmer, more insistent. She tasted him and it was.