“I have more beer,” I quickly piped up. “Do you have some time to spare?”“Not really,” she said. “My boss took off for a lunch with some...of the guys, so I’m sure he’ll be expecting me back within the hour.”“We can make a good dent in my six-pack in about thirty minutes,” I teased.She hung up the gas pump handle and crossed her arms in front of herself.“Is drinking all you had in mind, cowboy?” she asked, taking a closer look into my truck.“Well,” I sheepishly replied, “That would depend on. I wanted that muzzy feeling again. “Why don’t you come on in. The water’s fine.” She said with a coquettish smile. I just looked at her in wonderment. ‘This woman seems to want you like you want her.’ I thought to myself. “C’mon!” she said. “Go for it!” I didn’t move. “Don’t make me come over there.” She said in a mock stern tone. I wished she would.I knew she was referring to my reluctance to get into the pool but my mind twisted it into an invitation to show my prowess. Then I. Her hair flying as her tits bounced in the air. It was something to see. That is until my wife grabbed hold of my head, opened my mouth and as my head hung backward, over the edge of the bed, she placed her cock in my mouth and ordered me to clean it.One lady riding my cock while another fucking my face. I was a fuck toy to them and this was another example. At breakfast we three all talked and they had me agree that from now on there will be more control, more dominance and more discipline in. They were suspended between the trees at eyelevel with nothing beneath. If you were climbing the trail, you would have to duck beneath them. As our jeep went forward the windshield broke through the long green blades like little banners at a football game. I was puzzled by the meaning of these things. Someone had gone to a lot of time and effort to tie all of these things across the trail. The further we went up the hill the more there were. It suddenly hit me that we might have to duck. Maybe.