This time, Phelps did not attempt to approach and pass; instead, he stopped his car immediately, parking alongside the road, well-back from Emma's car... Cursing the muddy footing, he paralleled Emma's movement into the woods.Phelps was surprised to see, only 50 yards from the road, a large, round pond. It was at least a quarter-mile in diameter, and was bordered on all sides by brush and trees. He had not even noticed the pond during the earlier visit to this wooded area.The bulk of the pond. If we pass that old barn.....yep, we just did. It's the old Bremmerroad for sure. Hey! I think I know where we're going! There's an oldfactory out here about two miles from the highway, remember Jerry? It'swhere that quarry is where we used to take the girls." Yeah! Yeah! I remember that, Donna. Hey! We know that place prettywell. I think we can get up in there without being seen. Jim! Turn hereand follow this other road. It leads right up to that old factory butit's shorter than the Bremmer. Roger is going to go nuts over it." Damn!" he groaned. His thumb "slipped" and rubbed my clitty."You're making me horny, Uncle John," I moaned theatrically. "You're touching me so naughty!" Your mother said I could," he panted."You're naughty with my mother too," I sighed."She said you know now. Do you hate me?" You've wanted to do this for a long time, haven't you?" I suggested."Ohhhh fuck," he groaned. "I shouldn't ... but I did." I don't care," I said lightly. "Are you almost done? I need my. "Fuck my ass with your tongue, you motherfucker!"That was no idle exclamation, as Rocco had succeeded in slightly opening the hole and was steadily thrusting the tip of his tongue inside Nacho's backdoor. Finding the thrusting to be a bit easier, Rocco removed his right hand from Nacho's hip and began to search out and tug on Nacho's tight balls, delivering pleasure and hoping to ensure that Nacho's dick didn't blow too quickly. Rocco wanted nothing to stand in the way of him completely.