I was living my dream. I was the proprietor of a Hunting/Fishing Camp in northern Vermont. It was about 20 miles outside of a small town in the northe...n woods on the shore of a small clear lake. The lake was fed by cold streams coming off the mountains. The water was crisp and cold.The camp consisted of a large log cabin that served as the main building. There were 4 bedrooms, a large dining room, a commercial kitchen, an office, a lounge with a huge fireplace, and a small bar area. There were. Barney, not Denise, would be first.One morning I got up and called in sick to work and was sitting just down the block from Barney's house when he came out to leave for work. Twenty minutes later his two kids came out and headed off to school and that meant that Bev was home alone. I rang the doorbell and Bev came to the door."Bob. What are you doing here so early? You just missed Barney." I didn't come to see Barney Bev, I came to see you. May I come in?"She stepped aside and said, "Come on. All of the girls were from Kelli, Katie and Mary Beth’s sorority and the guys, well, they were frat brothers of mine. One couple was on a sleeping bag, hands and knees in the floor facing us fucking dogstyle. They both could see us watching, but that didn’t effect what they were doing. Another couple was fucking on our squeaky sofa. The girl was on his lap riding him with her tits in his face. She was the noisiest one in the group, screaming out so many, “Oh gods” that it sounded like a. Shall we go to bed, if you’re a good boy I might even tell you a bedtime story”. We took turns in the bathroom and soon we were tucked nicely in with only the small lamp above the bed shining. I was on my back and Patricia curled up against me with one leg thrown over mine, on huge soft tits resting on my chest and one elbow on the bed her head resting in the hand. She looked down into my face “Do you think I am as good a fuck as Pat Wynn” she inquired giggling girlishly “I wouldn’t know” I.