6 metres). It was covered in leaves and so blended into the forest that one could indeed walk past it by a dozen feet or so (3.7 metres) and never kno.... The roof was covered in overlapping leaves and... “Are those grocery bags?” Ted asked. “Plastic grocery bags?”“Yeah,” the boy answered. “It’s to make the roof waterproof.”“Do they work? We had a downpour two nights ago.”The little girl nodded. “It didn’t leak. But the ground was wet, so some got on us.”The grown man looked at the hut again, and. She set her can on the edge of the pool then came around to the end and down the steps into the water. Maxi waded to me and Devon and handed us our cans then reached for hers. I had to inform her “You just got your pants and shoes wet. You should have taken them off like us.”She answered “Water won’t hurt my sandals and the pants will dry.” As she and I were talking my three buddies formed a loose circle around her, in moments Maxie was standing in the middle of the circle with four erections. We were a perfect couple, like made for each other. And that, again, was before she passed away two years ago.” “I remember the funeral. You were in such a miserable shape I so desperately wanted to cheer you up, but couldn't find the words,” Jessica said, pausing to have a sip of her water, then resuming, “the only thing that my mind came up with was screwing your brains out to distract you from the cruel reality of your lost wife.” Michael grinned boyishly in reaction to her words until it. I asked her where she would like to go when we met up, and she suggested either a BDSM club, or a well known Tranny club, both located in the Minories area near Tower Bridge. I thought the BDSM idea would be fun, and Mariah suggested we make a full night of it and book a hotel room somewhere. We could have a fabulous night out, enjoy some weird and wonderful entertainment, and if we’re both really horny when we get back to the hotel, we could participate in a bit of “Off piste fucking”, by me.