He poured a can into a plastic cup and handed it to me. "Come on in, we're just doing a whole bunch of nothing" he said, wandering into the living r...om. Whenever a pang of guilt would creep into my mind for this, I'd remind myself that "a whole bunch of nothing" is what I'd be doing by myself anyway, so I might as well do it with my new friends. They taught me how to play dominoes, then we switched to cards. I finished my first beer and had a second one, not even noticing what it tasted. Though they weren't built like he'd been they reminded me of the Chicago Bear's defensive lineman, Refrigerator Perry. He'd always been called biscuit by his teammates, since they claimed he was only one biscuit shy of three hundred pounds. Our two gay cavemen were probably just about that, and they always seemed very clever when working with their hands, their big hands.Since we needed dried wood, even if it was more trouble to cut, we went back to the burned section. We felled a large oak. 'Captain Bligh would be so proud of you.''Yeah, keep on with the insults, sunshine. Remember, you're gonna be all mine when we get back to the boathouse.''Stop talking!' barked Bryan. 'We need to go again. That tree is messing with the light, so back up and walk toward the camera again.'John laughed as he backed up to let half-a-dozen branches caress Andy's bare arse.* * *John really made Andy sweat that afternoon, especially when it came to his turn to power-fuck the young thruster. I spent. Taking a deep breath, she hesitantly ran her tongue through them a single time, making a face at the bitter taste, doing her best to keep her hair off the bar."Motherfucker." She heard Rusty awed whisper. "Goddamn, Blondie, that’s fucking nasty. She’s licking up my cum, guys! Lookit her!"She paused, smiling in his direction, blushing. Somehow, his comment took the edge off her fear. "Lick it all up, bitch." Jack growled, pouring a shot glass worth of whiskey into the mess on the bar top,.