Lucas was finished for the night. Margaret and I weren't. We spent the rest of the night pleasuring each other with deep romantic kisses, pounding hea...ts, tender touches of a woman's tongue, clits throbbing. and pussies dripping. It was the best night in my sex life.Lucas had a surprise for me the next morning. He said we were going turkey hunting. Although he and Dexter were not agreeing at the office, they could agree on one thing and that is their love of hunting. The three of us took a two. . made everyone cry, especially me."All of this would have gone over a little better, if she hadn't been wearing a fully transparent nightie which only hung to her navel, and which she hadn't tied up in front anyway so it was hanging open and draping off her nipples. Her nipple piercings inserts (looking like mini dumbbells) are rather large, and stuck out incongruously. Her pubic mound was depilated, using tear off strips (When the girls did that I had to leave the room, and she had a. That evening in bed I did have regrets. I wondered about the following day and truthfully hoped that Duncan would invite me over to his place again.When there was a knock at my door the following evening, I felt great relief. Naturally, I did accompany next door for dinner. Duncan was again very congenial and in accordance, I also lightened my attitude.Once supper was finished and the dishes were taken care of, we moved through to the lounge. After inviting me to sit next to him on the sofa,. “Shit,” he muttered. “I cut bushes with my axe yesterday when I had a tool right here that would do a better job. I guess I need to make a handle for it, and no better time than now,” he muttered.After measuring to determine the diameter of the pole he would need, he went in search of a hardwood sapling of the correct size. Back inside, he found an article that showed bush axes, and zoomed the picture enough to more clearly see how the handle was designed. Most of it was slightly oblong to fit.