What a splendid girl!"Who owned this place before you, my dear?" I think he was called Ferguson. I'm sure that was his name. Did you have a fellow stu...ent of that name?"Of course! Old Fergie! It must have been he who had pocketed the parchment. And he did hail from these parts. It was Ferguson who knew about the old legend and had kept his comrades entertained with tales of the awful doings of the Spirit of the Old Wood. On stormy winter nights his tales had gone down very well, as they supped. Tory finally looked at me. "We'd love to go out with you tonight, honey. What time should we be ready? Dress code? We want to look our absolute best for you, honey." Cathy just nodded agreement.I wished they would stop the honey stuff. It made me uncomfortable. The whole thing made me uncomfortable. I'd looked polygamy up. It seemed all kinds of unfair for the women in the relationship. But then again, all that was based on the presumption that the women weren't bi-sexual. Still having a hard. Brad cried, gripped my hair and came over all my face and breasts. I licked his cum and felt Kris thrusting harder and faster and coming inside my pussy too. I felt that I was close to orgasm. I turned to my back and moaned to Kris: lick me now! I felt his tongue on my clit and inside me and on the clit again and in just a few minutes I came hard and long, crying out loud. Brad was watching again, stroking his dick delicately and I saw that he would be ready again in a moment. I caressed his. Unless, of course, I find a hot chick.” We both laughed about that joke.The pool was packed. It was the middle of July, and it was hot. The heat brought out many more people to cool off in the water. At the changing room, I paid the dollar for the lock rental, changed into my swimsuit, and put everything else into the locker.I walked out to the pool and was mobbed by RJ, who was just arriving.“Hey bro, how are you? Are you doing alright? Are you going to move back to the house? Are you going to.