I pushed into what was a very wet cunt and Teresa pushed herself to meet my thrust. We fucked like rabbits (for want of a better description) and Tere...a quickly came to a climax and with the pace we’d set, I wasn’t far behind and was shooting my cum into the depths of her cunt.We collapsed onto each other and after something of a recovery – our breathing was getting back to normal, we kissed passionately. Teresa realised that my cum was starting to leak so she started to excused herself. I told. Or perhaps our bedroom."This isn't exactly how I'd planned to do this but..." From behind me she grasped my right hand and she cuffed me to the wheel. "I hope you're comfy there, because you're not moving until we're done. Could take a while." What the hell, Carolyn? What are you... ?" Really, Rob. It'll be easier to do this my way."I pulled on the cuff: no give. "So help me, Carolyn..." You'll have a choice when I'm done. Okay? I promise. And I wish you'd call me Lyn."I glared at her. This. Her lips parted and her eyes widened. ‘Alyssa?’ I managed a smile. ‘Hi, Julie.’ She grinned then, a happy, ‘I can’t believe it’s you!’ splitting of her face, and ran up to greet me. I just managed to stand in time to meet her charge. We hugged, and kissed, and hugged some more. I squeezed her tight, never more aware than I was at that moment of how much I had missed her. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ she asked, pulling back with a hurt look. ‘Damn it, Alyssa! I’m your best friend, aren’t I?’ I. Why couldn’t you just put everything in a pan and stir?He knew that if they had biscuits out here, Dessie would have to cook them if they expected the food to be edible. When the biscuits were done, they both wound up eating another buttered biscuit with jelly. It was powdered butter, but it melted nicely in the hot biscuit and enhanced the flavor.Stuffed, Phillip staggered over to work more on setting up the campsite while Dessie washed the few dishes and cooking utensils in the lake before.