She had a pencil and paper in her hand and asked them what they wanted for breakfast. She started with Tag.“Tag, what would you like for breakfast t...is morning?” she smiled.“Missy girl I want three eggs, a plate of biscuits and gravy, some fried sow belly and a cup of that coffee,” Tag said proudly.Missy laughed out loud when he called her ‘Missy girl’, then laughed even louder when he ordered such a big breakfast.“How do you want your eggs cooked?” she asked.“Well, like you always cook’em I. "Do you think I'm going to be telling the other women how long your cock is? What if their husbands' cocks are only seven inches? They may be chasing you for that big cock and I would be responsible for it."Fat chance of any women chasing me for my big cock! That was a fantasy that had died when I was eighteen and saw Sam "The Big Salami" Reynolds in the shower after our first baseball practice senior year. I had always chuckled at his nickname. That was a good joke on the guy, or so I thought.. After our shower, Giuseppe made us another great breakfast, as he had done the day before. As we ate he asked me if I had really enjoyed our shower that morning. I gave him my absolute assurance that I had.After the dishes were done we again sat in the lounge and tried to watch more movies. Our attention was on one another rather than the television screen as we fondled and kissed. The one thing that became abundantly clear to me was that Giuseppe was extremely highly sexed. I scarcely had time. " They started up driving again about 10 miles down the road there was a dirt road on the right, they turned down it and went down for about another 5 miles. Paige couldn't help but notice Cor starring at her, looking at her tits and trying to see up her skirt, it excited her, she could see Cor's cock starting to grow in his pants. They finally came upon a beautiful lake with a waterfall and they got out of the truck, there was a small wooden cabin right on the side of the lake. They went.