"Sorry," I said trying to catch my breath."No problem," he chuckled. Then he wiped his hands on his t-shirt and pointed to the envelope in my hand."Ge... the pictures?" he asked.I handed them to him, saying, "Yep. That's what took me so long. I stopped to look at 'em."As he opened the envelope, he grinned and turned to walk back to the house."You, uh... you want me to finish the yard then?" I called.He was looking down at the pictures and held up a hand."Go ahead," he replied. "And don't forget. There was this small pond, a waterfall, and no outlet for the water that was flowing over the cliff and into the pond. It was actually drained through the bottom of the hole and into the flooded caverns underneath, but it was strange nevertheless.Kathy took a few photos with her wide-angle lens, but the way the sun was hitting the hole, it would be a while until it went around to where it would illuminate the waterfall like she wanted it to. She'd packed some sandwiches and Cokes and we sat. I begged for him to take it easy, only to hear him grunt like a pig as he fucked my forever stretched bung hole. Fortunately it wasn't long before he picked up the pace and flooded my tail with his baby making fluid. He collapse onto my back panting like a tired a****l still slowly grinding deep in my butt. As he slowly rolled off I braced myself for the third bastard to attack me. It seemed like an eternity had passed before I felt the bed sink down from the weight of largest of the three.. “You’ve never been fishing?”“Nope,” he said.“Well, you can’t lie to your parents,” she said firmly. “That’s not right. You’ll just have to go fishing, like you said.”“I don’t even have a pole,” he said helplessly.“Then you’ll have to use mine,” she said.“You have a fishing pole?” he asked, incredulous.“I have two!” She grinned. “And I ... am going to teach you how to fish!”There was a creek not far away. It was, in fact, Foster’s creek, the same creek that Johnnie Sue, Jesse, and Luthor were,.