The one guy, Brady, owns some wooded property near the mountains.The property has a semi rustic three bedroom cabin situated on it. I say semi rustic...because it does have running water, electricity, and propane heat. The hunting trip is usually a one week affair but a few years ago they could only manage a long weekend trip. While Brady was in my office one day for his usual "conference" the topic of the hunting excursion happened to come up.By the way his "conference" was generally a 2 hour. “Honey, you’re home early.” She had a rich purr to her voice. “Mmm, and did you bring a friend?” Her eyes widened. “Is she your girlfriend?”“I don’t know what she is other than perverted,” I said as my mom sauntered to us. God, she had such big tits. I loved how they swayed.“So perverted, Mrs. Archer. I’m Cherry, and I’m joining the Mother Fucking Club. My mom’s coming here to be made into a whore.”“That’s lovely, dear,” my mom said, a big smile on her face. “She’s so cute, honey.”“Mom,” I. Finally.“In that case I need to go change my clothes,” I kidded back.All three of us moved in the bedroom and I was reminded about how adept these girls were at getting out of their clothes. Before I had my shoes off, they were completely naked. They folded their clothes neatly and had them on the dresser in the time it took me to pull my shirt over my head. Both of them came over to help me finish stripping.Nika dropped to her knees and had my dick in her mouth before I noticed her moving.She. He arrived late on the Friday, registered at The Chequerboard (the only pub that still did accommodation. It cost slightly more than the PremierInn, but had beer and crisps and atmosphere), walked round to see the town and went to bed.In the morning, he was up at 6am and went for a run, then he turned down the chance of sausage-bacon-egg fryup in preference for cereal and toast. He checked out and took his small rucksack and walked up the hill to the old school. He was nervous, which was silly..