Now it would be mine alone.The Whipple family owned the island, and probably another couple hundred acres west of it. That's why it got its name. Tre ...hipple and I were in the same grade and joined Boy Scouts together. That's how I learned about camping, outdoor cooking, and first aid and stuff. His name is really "Jerry Whipple, III." Or I guess it's really "Gerald Whipple, The Third." That's why everybody calls him "Tre."His dad is "Jerry Whipple, Junior," or just "Junior Whipple." He owns. She heard Matt groan and looked up at him and as he kissed her she felt him cum inside her, and the warmth of it felt so good that she couldn't help but moan. And she forgot all about the consequences of what they had just done.***************************************************Part 2********************************************************Later on that night, around about 9:00pm Laressa was downstairs in the living room while Matt was still upstairs sleeping. She was sitting down on the sofa. ‘That's it, fuck me hard, I’m coming!’ Sally watched the older woman’s face in fascination as she came. ‘Squirt you fucker!’ she hissed, ‘Fill me with your spunk!’But the Bishop had other plans for his spunk and as Sister Leslie came down from her sexual high, he whispered ‘Now I want to fuck the girl.’They took hold of Sally’s arms and pulled her out of the chair. They positioned a protesting, but semi willing, Sally on her back on the desk, and pulling her legs apart the Bishop stood between. She was so attractive. I almost started cumming when she came in. We sat cozied up eating our lunch on my loveseat. I felt so comfortable gabbing with her we just kept on moving ever so closer to each other. She mentioned how much was at her work so I asked if I could give her a nice back massage. Not being able to control myself, little by little my hands moved closer to her breasts and to my surprise; she started responding with " that feels so good." I started kissing her neck ever so.