The whole area was also served by a very well manicured lawn and immaculate paving that gave the whole thing a certain feel of opulence. It all just l...oked so inviting and friendly.Before Tom stepped through the gate he scanned about for his mom and dad but saw no sign of them. The enclosure like the rest of the Resort was practically deserted. Way across the other side under the gazebo was some old guy reading a newspaper in one of the lounging chairs and in one of the hot-tubs was a young. Keen to please her audience, Blen began to pull down her thong and flash her pussy. Someone in the crowd called out, ‘Off – Off,’ and the call was taken up generally. Blen thrilled in response, slipped off her thong and threw it after her blouse. Applause burst out and she proceeded to her planned climax. Previously, girls had used the rope rails as props, some using them to do the splits. Blen’s plan was to use them in a most daring way. First, on the right rail, she gripped the upper rope,. I was leaking pre-cum already and he spread it around my bulbous cock head with relish and squeezed out a little more for good measure. Then he stood up in front of me with that fine cock of his just inches from my face and I didn’t wait to be invited to take it in my hands. Just a few strokes was all it took from me to get him super hard. I’m reasonably well hung and thick but he was more so than me in length and his was curved like a banana whereas I’m pretty much straight. He really did have. Oh.So, electricity, then! The lamp had looked too ancient for that. Oil, surely. Well, maybe Scatterbrook Farm wasn’t quite so ancient. Still, no WiFi…..John lay down in the darkness, nestling into the warmth of the thick blankets. His hand slipped under the band of his pyjamas, to its usual place, fingers over his cock, already semi-stiff.His phone. Where was his phone? It could not be in the farmhouse, or they’d have heard it ringing when he called from Susan’s phone.Susan’s phone….. She did.