I flipped Betty on to her back and pushed my steel rod deep into her flooded pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist, in a vice-like grip, and dug...her finger nails into my back, as I rocked back and forth, my cock going in and out of her pussy. I couldn’t hold back. I shot my load deep into her woman hood. Betty shook and shook, as spurt after spurt of my manhood filled her pussy. I pressed my lips onto hers and she opened her mouth to welcome my tongue.I was grunting with each thrust of my. From our conversation on the phone Monday afternoon, Jerry had drilled her twice more when he got home.On Monday evening after work, Jerry and I sat on his back deck, beers in hand, and talking about our Friday night adventures with Nick and Holly. Jen had filled him in that Saturday on the phone and they talked about it again when he got home Sunday evening following their first fuck session.He said, “When Jen told me, in detail, about you taking Nick’s cherry after she and I had already. I know of this very secluded lagoon with a small island in the middle of it. The fishing is excellent and I always catch enough for dinner…which is usually only one fish. Not that I couldn’t catch more but I couldn’t eat more.Actually I own that small island and all of the land around that lagoon. I keep my boat on shore and I keep firewood near it. When I want to go fishing I slip my rowboat into the water and put enough firewood in it to cook lunch.On my island I have a very nice fire pit. I’m going to open up the lodge for hunting and fishing parties, as soon as I get it fixed up. Funny, the real estate agent didn’t say anything about any mines on the property.” The old man smiled again as he packed the nails and other assorted hardware in a cardboard box. “Well, Harry’s sold that place before, so he oughta know ‘bout ‘em. Some folks think there’s ghosts up there, the ghosts of them miners, least that’s what they say. The young folks go up there neckin’, and they claim to’ave.