Yes that was the name that seemed appropriate for him. It was her dad who took her into a jungle that she has never seen before despite being born her...abouts, and not far away from their house near the river. A scary woman, thin, wrinkled like a dried Chinese plum, with long hair completely white, lived in a house on legs of dark old weathered teak. She knew her dad and greeted him like a friend in her voice as squeaky as a rusty hinge. They ate and she and her dad smoked some. You match the kiss, deepening it, your tongue finding mine and I suck it in to my mouth, trying to explore all of your mouth with my tongue. My hand reaches down and feels you swell beneath your trunks, and I rub you gently under water, before moving my other hand down to free you. As I push down, you step out of the bottoms, and close any distance between us. My breasts sit hard against your chest, and I can feel you swell in between my legs, making me wet instantly.I reach my hands up behind. She ran to the bathroom and made a quick call in seconds I heard about 4 other people run up the stairs towards my bedroom. She pranced out of the bedroom as if she had just done a good deed, what I didn't know was afterwards I would definitely be thanking her for it. She crawled up onto my big king-sized bed as, Chelsea, Chris, Quinton and Dony burst through my door. I giggled as the guys had hard-ons from anticipation. "How did you PLAN this?" I asked Jill with a huge grin."What else would. “They’re called man caves now, Daddy; and yeah, we’re good here.”“Yeah, I ain’t gonna call it that.” He held Troy’s cup out to him and gestured for him to follow.Tom led him into a room with a couple of big recliners flanking an old leather couch with a coffee table in front of it, closing the door behind them. Moving boxes were in packed and half-packed states all over the room. Empty bookshelves lined two walls, and a spot where a big-screen TV once sat opposite the couch was now bare..