There was an excellent Chinese stir fry, with chicken-flavored rice. There was some rather succulent chicken, cooked properly to avoid salmonella. It ...as not dry as chicken tends to be at its worst."Go ahead and eat, Miss Brock. We can talk as we dine," he invited her.She chowed down rather quickly as she was famished by now. He was putting some of it back too. He was also drinking, she noticed with some unease. She saw a bottle of a locally brewed beer in his hand. He couldn't legally offer. “Those two dogs are in for all the human pussy they can handle,” Dan predicted. He entered the kitchen seeing the uneaten birthday cake and utensils hastily placed on the island table.“You are really going to do this?” He asked, picking up Wendy’s name change application from the kitchen counter.“I sure am, it’s all filled out, signed, and just have to go in the mail. Soon I’ll legally be Wendy Hayward and our babies will also be Haywards,” she smiled, taking her love in her arms.“Wouldn’t. This time he tugged her nipple towards himself and a small moan escaped her lips. "Where do you keep your underwear?" he demanded. She pointed to the bottom drawer of a cabinet to the right side of her bed. He walked over to it opened the drawer and with drew a handful of knickers, finally selecting a lacy blue crutch less pair. He threw them over to Sammy. She instinctively caught them. "Put them on!" he ordered.Whilst she slipped on the panties, he opened a wardrobe door and rifled around. Pam walked from the tent and shielded her eyes from the bright sun.Morning. I called out to her. She smiled and walked away, toward the bath house. I watched her tight ass sway as she walked farther and farther away. I could feel my nipples twanging and my puss quiver as I watched. I knew from my body's reactions that it would be an interesting day indeed.I heard rustling from inside the tent, then muffled voices. I knew the guys were awake too. I walked to cooler and proceeded to get the.