I don’t know if they were simply discarded at a convenient place or if they were there to act as an alarm, but there was no silencing the rattle the... made as I fell into them.There were five men gathered around a fire they had built on the concrete floor, and they reacted immediately to the noise I made. All five jumped up, and two of them began to shoot at us with what sounded like 9mm automatics firing parabellum rounds.Well, Nancy was not one to be shy, so she shot back long before I could. The erotic nature of the situation seemed to override any compunction I had about monogamy or exclusivity. I'd never known that about myself.A few more orgasms, and we lay together panting and pretty well spent. Carrie's head was on my chest, and occasionally she'd kiss my pecs or even use her tongue to lick one of my nipples. Her hand continued to lightly fondle my flaccid and well used cock.After a while, Carrie said, "Is it time for the late news? I want to see what they're saying about. “That is enough time either way,” the Danishman agreed as they made to move toward the dining room.Mairead put a stop to that idea with a warning look.“Maybe later, then, when we play music,” Aongus amended, and everyone had to chuckle.I was rather impatient by the time there was some noise from upstairs, the clicking of heels on wooden flooring. Then came the slower sounds of each foot on the stairs. There was nothing to do but wait and stare, and it was immediately clear that the silver moon. “Hello, sir,” said my beautiful boy.“Well, and hello to you too, Ronald,” I said. He was skittish, but he came to me and gave me a not too enthusiastic hug. Well, I was used to that from adults let alone a seven year-old boy who was seeing a monster in front of him. It was clear to me that he wanted to be anywhere but with me.After the hug, he retreated to his dad. Owen looked really unnerved. I actually felt sorry for the man, go figure.There was a picnic table some yards off in the yard. My.