"Cooper, what's up?" I'm canceling dinner at my house tonight." Why? Is everything okay?" Oh yeah, but the pool company decided to start digging today... so its going to be a noisy mess around here all day. I've given Mrs. Trinh the day off and I'm headed to a golf course for the day. I'd invite you to join me, but I assume you're working?" Yes, sad but true. Where are you playing?" I found a course just down the road called The Northwoods. Its just past Guerneville, near Monte Rio. It reminds me. It was about five strides in diameter, and twenty hands high. [Author's note: 15'x7'. A 'stride' is 3 feet. A 'hand' is 4 inches]Roland took off his pack, and set about lighting one of the three torches he carried with him. Shortly he had it lit. Carefully, he thrust it into the mound through the opening.Peering inside, he could see nothing after a couple of feet. Taking in a deep breath, he crawled into the opening, and raised the torch after he got inside. The inside was hollow, or seemed to. "When Jim was not looking, Meg looked at me and flashed a big smile my way. She did this again and again each time she pointed at something and called out to Jim forcing him to turn his back to look. Each time he turned his back Meg grabbed my hand and placed it on her tit or rubbed it on her crotch or placed it on her butt or her hand would rub my crotch.It was not long before I was horny as hell and she knew it. I was trying to think of anything other than Meg to keep from getting an erection. That day was fairly dismal after that, just work. However, when Becky left to work, she came up and gave me a hug, telling me don't work too hard, but glad that I got too enjoy my morning. With the grin she had, I knew she had seen her panties folded on the pile of laundry. She had too know that I was smelling them and stroking my cock. Now I wondered, was it turning her on as well?I got my answer to the next day at the house doing some work. Becky had just left to work when we got there. I.