It was late afternoon, and Brett moved quickly, wanting to get situated before sun set. He unloaded and secured the canoe before heading up to the cab...n. He also went through the cabins’ checklist, switching on the power, water, and gas. He then made a quick dinner for himself. Afterwards, he spent the rest of the evening enjoying a small campfire while pondering life before he turned in for the night. The next day, he decided to explore the island a bit. He had seen some of the other cabins. She teased him, licking his puckered ring and occasionally flicking the tip of her tongue into him. After a couple minutes of that, she spread his cheeks apart and jammed her tongue into his asshole.With that, Jeremy’s body buckled and he ground his by-now hard cock into the mattress, but Lily kept jabbing him, her slimy tongue jetting into his oily ass.“Jesus Fucking Christ!” he howled.“What’s wrong, don’t you like it?” Lily asked, moving her head up close to his.“Are you kidding? It’s fucking. New York harbor is busy and dangerous with all the shipping coming and going all the time. We managed to find a private yacht club called 'The North Cove' just south of Manhattan and had the yacht detailed, maintenance on the engines, hull and electronics along with restocking food water and other essentials. We however, had a limo pick us up and take us into the city. All of the big heavy duty weapons were left in the gun safe on board. Everyone had two automatic pistols and one MP5 in our. Stan hung up the phone looked to Silvia and said, "We have to drop this tape by the Dallas' office." Stan popped the micro cassette tape out of the answering machine walked down the hall and turned the air conditioning on and he and Silvia headed to the Sheriff's office.At the Terrell County Sheriff's office the morning had been very busy. It had started off like any other lazy day in Terrell County. Jason Adams was leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk, day dreaming.