Wilcox came over, looking nervous at entering our realm. It didn’t get better when Tony Vancuso, said, “What are you doing here, Fatso?” Moose j...ined in on this.“Knock it off!” I said. “I invited Clyde over.” I turned back to Clyde, who was carrying a brown paper bag. “You bring your own lunch? Let’s see.” I grabbed it out of his hands and peered inside. It was about what I figured, one small sandwich and a mountain of junk food. “You’re kidding me, right?” I asked him.Wilcox at least had the. I looked up at him with my sweet pretty eyes and asked permission to pull his underwear down. I took out his big cock and looked at it, meaty and full, shaved, big, powerful, manly. I kissed it. How about that? I guess I waited too long, I was too much of a tease because I felt his hand grab my blond hair and pull my head back. My neck stretched and my mouth opened and he shoved his big mushroom head into my mouth. I looked up into his eyes with that dick in my mouth, suddenly all girl,. My fingers begin there journey towards them and softly like a butterfly, I caress the skin, that wonderful soft skin of your breasts and I can tell your excited as I see your nipples begin to harden. With my tantalizing your breasts, I was getting excited also, my cock hardens in my pants and I noticed that your hand reaches out and grasps it and then squeezes it. I begin to unbutton your shirt more until I can spread your shirt open and expose your naked breasts. I adjust my. The snow that had fallen the night before lay like a fluffy blanket on the ground. A squirrel hopped from branch to branch as clouds of snow followed his movements. I noticed that the heated bird bath was dry again. I made a mental note to fill it with water upon my return.The sun was already low in the sky. I figured I would have less than an hour before the sun would finally depart. That should give me plenty of time, I thought, as I headed down the road toward the marsh. It wasn't long.