A side point that has nothing to do with this story at all: Fellas, if your missis is Irish or even has a drop of the Gaelic in her blood, don't go fu...king around on her behind her back! Damn, those Irish girls can have some bloody temper on them.Anyway back to the story. It soon became apparent that Bridget had sneaked into the back door of my house, where she had discovered her husband and Fiona in flagrante delecte, no, flagrente dilicto. Oh, bugger, you know where we're going here; they. The first she knew was when he slipped into the seat bedside her and whispered in her ear that maybe she needed help with that steamy sexy cunt she was hiding down there.She jumped at his words but was so sexually aroused by now she would have danced naked down the bus if someone would have told her to. Suddenly she was surrounded by the four guys and as Tom the alpha male changed places with Leroy, he told them to hold open her legs as he himself raised her skirt and had a real close up look. "It was more than my life was worth to insist that we could do them, and none of the girls felt inclined to protest, so Vanessa's offer was accepted without a word of reluctance.We loaded up the car and set off five minutes early, all of them urging me on. Julia saying, "We should've let Ava drive. She goes faster."I'd been told they'd be waiting for us to the left of the terminal, so I parked on the extreme left of the public parking lot. We grabbed our gear and eagerly went in search of our. " I smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss.Amy and I quickly packed our belongings and stowed them in our Duluth pack. We were getting very good at packing.When we emerged from our tent Justin reminded us, "Jon, you and Amy are cooks this morning. The bear bags are down and the over by the fire circle. I started our stoves while Amy mixed the Dutch Apple Pancake batter.Half an hour later we were ready to serve our crew breakfast. When we finished, Justin said, "Jon, you and Amy go talk with.