They both got up and moved around the corner of the large rocks, which you remember lead nowhere and was a dead end. After a few minuets of them been ...one i was telling my partner of what just happened and she quickly sat up to see who they were, but of course, had moved on around the rocks. She looked around and suggested that we go and have a look and see if we could find them between the rocks. I smiled and took her hand and we walked on the direction that the couple had gone in. We had to. Actually its SIR Graham (I was knighted ostensibly for services to Charity, although many would say the Charity in question was the Prime Ministers political party. I'm 40 years old, good looking (allegedly) and very very rich. Oh, and I'm a psychopath.Not, you understand a jack the Ripper, or a Dexter, with an uncontrollable urge to kill. I'm a real psycho. I have absolutely NO empathy with people. I really don't care about other people. I don't understand feelings, sympathy, love, pity or any. At that point I was practically making out with his nipples. Logan moaned so much. I go back to his mouth and make out with him some more. While I did that, I skillfully removed his whitey tighties, which caused him to gasp. I peek down for the first time, and I see his hard cock. A good 5 inches in length with no foreskin on the end. A skinny cock with hardly any veins on it, it was amazingly sexy. I look back into his eyes, kiss him on the lips for only a second, and make my way down to his. "Gwen honey, are you dressed yet?" her mother asked from outside the door."Just about, Mom," she said, returning to her efforts to twist the uncooperative panties into place. The constant tugging and pulling of the tightly stretched fabric over the lips of her twat was starting to turn her on. "Everything fits fine except for the panties. I think they may have put the wrong size in with the top." Open the door and let me see if I can help," Carol offered from outside.Gwen undid the latch and.