Happy Roberts was horribly misnamed—I reckon she's never had a smile on her face before. Probably because of the stick up her ass. Maybe I could cha...ge that; pull that stick from her ass and replace it with my cock, and give her a nice, hard cum.I very much doubt even the world's greatest cum could put a smile on her face.I slipped into the canvas tent; the joyful noise washed over me like a heavy surf. There were maybe fifty or sixty people filling the tent, all standing up in a circle around. I pulled the toggle and we slid it aside, then slipped out the front door, locking it behind us and moving the shutter back. It was not locked but looked like it should be.Holy shit it was cold out there! It had to be in the high forties, and the rain made my teeth chatter.As planned, I moved left and Dean went right. We moved slowly and silently, already knowing where everything was around the house. When I got to the corner, I did like Dean had taught and got low to the ground. People would. Robby continued, “See? There is somebody out there up shit creek, and we’re the paddle. Maybe. It’s either that or a couple of drunken kids got into the emergency kit and decided to have some fireworks. If that’s the case, then all we lose is a night’s sleep, and we get an excellent chance to be heroic and practice a rescue.”Malcolm smiled at the thought of a couple of drunk teenagers playing with flares. “Does that happen often?” he asked.“Well, I’ve never seen it, but you’d be amazed at some. I couldn't believe what was happening and that we were going to go through with it. When we were ready to go meet Marcus we both reassured each other that we were both ready for this, I explained to my wife that I didn't want to just watch but I wanted to be involved if one thing lead to another.We met Marcus at the complex bar for a drink a little later, we had a few drinks but my wife didnt seem to be able to build the courage up to start instigating things, so I left to use the loo. Upon my.