“Holy fuck,” I hear Jason say behind me and hear clothes being thrown on the floor. My mouth is wrapped around her clit, my tongue moving in circl...s around her clit quickly, my fingers teasing her tight cunt as I lick and suck her clit. When her moans stop, I look up to see what’s keeping her so quiet to see Matthew kneeling beside her and her mouth wrapped around a thick cock, her jaw strained as her mouth tries to take all of it in. The sight is so hot that I quickly lean forward, my tongue. After a few minutes we heard the tell tale splash, splash of another canoe coming into the area. Katie grabbed her top and moved to the edge of the rock and sat down. At this point she was about 15 feet above the water and was able to see who was joining us in our secret world.Two fishermen were seen slowly making their way around the edge of the lagoon, casting at every downed tree and rock, they didn't seem to be having much luck. As they came under the rock where Katie was sitting she spoke. At the age of 9 Bret found one more thing he could do without permission from the orphanage. Bret discovered the enjoyment of exercise. Early every morning, long before anyone at the orphanage could be expected to be awake, Bret was out on the roads running with the pure exuberance of a Love for exercise. It was during this time that he expelled all the hate and poison he was subjected to the rest of the day. Bret had no doubt that if he could run 3 or more miles every day he would be happy. I showered and cleaned myself inside and out. Then I started on dinner. Almost like clockwork, I heard the sounds Dennis coming up our driveway. His Mustang's exhaust system was easy to pick out."Great job, Honey," I heard Dennis say. He was always complimenting me on something or other."Thank you, Daddy. Your car is so much fun to drive. It's almost like all I have to do is think about what I want it to do," said a voice I recognized as my sixteen-year old daughter Chelsea. "Can I drive your.