All this in -10 degrees and the wind, which was even more stronger at the peninsula and open water island.Not even all men wanted to go in the journey...with girl, but I did, because this was more interesting for me than cum swallowing. Krista was hero for me. She rubbed many times her feet and body, she was shivering from a cold, but nevertheless entered to the ice cold water, swam calmly and reached to the island at 5.50 p.m. She quickly took the run around the island and came back again. I asked if she wanted to eat with me.She countered coolly “You aren’t going to pretend you can’t remember where the canteen is again, are you?”I fished some sandwiches out of my bag and held them up swinging in front of her face. She suddenly cracked an unwilling small smile as though she couldn’t help herself.“Oh ok.” she surrendered, sounding exasperated, like I was a naughty puppy, and she led me off across the game field to some benches on the far side.We walked in comfortable silence. When. He had not even masturbated very often because it was ‘sinful’.Finally she kissed him on the cheek like the relatives they were but encouraged him to stay inside because the slight softening of his tool would be rapidly reversed and he could do it again for longer. This was one surprise after another for the young man and when his second set of thrusts made her shake in what she explained was her orgasm, he was quite proud of himself.She was awake and out of bed much earlier than the teenager. Hmmm. Nice: small complete kitchen, huge bathroom with a big multiple shower head stall shower, bedroom and a playroom with pool table, bar, huge TV, dart board, stereo and a masseuse table. Now that gave me an idea...I mixed the drinks and went out to the deck by the hot tub and sat at the table. I took the cover off the hot tub and waited. I saw them come down the stairs. They were both wearing white terry robes. They sat and we sipped our drinks. We chatted about the house for a bit and then.