I took a nice long, hot shower. I used a lotion to remove all my hair from the neck down (did you ever try to shave your own hairy back?). I shaved my...face close. Dappled on a little cologne and was ready to go. I dressed simple. I was pretty sure I'd be changing shortly after I arrived. I usually do. At exactly 5:54pm (I keep my watch synchronized to the second!) I rang the doorbell. While I wouldn't exactly call Mistress' house a mansion, it was pretty impressive. Huge gated lot. Old. “It’s so big. I wish I could take it all,” she said just before she snaked her tongue over my cock-head.I was surprised by the sudden, voracious appetite she had for my dick, but I wasn’t going to refuse the pleasure she was offering. I stood there, swaying my hips gently to match her hungry mouth. She rolled my soft balls in her fingers and stabbed at my cum-slit with the tip of her tongue. The pressure swelled in my groin. My cock-head had never felt so bloated. “I’m going come if you don’t. It will save a lot of explaining in case your mother happens to drive by the house. By hiding the car in the garage she won't see it," I told him and watched his excited reaction.Cindy opened the dialog as if she had rehearsed her lines. What she didn't know was that her sister had been told what to expect and was prepared to play her part in the skit. Josh was completely in the dark, unaware of what was about to take place."Sammy, Jeannie hasn't seen Becky's picture. Why don't you take her up. Smoking puts carbon monoxide in your blood and that reduces night vision. The movies show guys hit by snipers shooting at the glow of a cigarette, but the real reason is that smoking is like advertising your presence. A cigarette can be smelled from hundreds of meters away if the air is moving slowly, and in the mangroves it doesn’t move much at all. Finally, there’s no practical way to keep your butts–either kind–dry on a night stroll in the delta.The boat crews would crank up the big diesels.