They've been spread before us, I realize. Probably on a blanket, like an indoor picnic.Martin rises. His heels tap the floor, and after a few stridesI...hear the muffled thump of dishes being set on cloth-covered wood. A table, I guess, or perhaps a sideboard. When he returns, he sets something substantial on the stone floor, which is definitely covered with a blanket or rug.There's a clang and a muffled clatter. A lid being lifted, perhaps, and then set down. A heady aroma of roast meat and. They’ve probably never seen another dick so they were heavily exaggerating it. So, now was I smiling a lot more confident said “hey, how about you show me yours.”This time they still glanced at each other but this time they had a “I’m not so sure” face on. I pressed on “it’s only fair, I showed you mine, you have to show me yours.” I guess they couldn’t go against that logic. So both Tommy and Matthew took off they’re clothes. They looked so, innocent with their slim bodies, and. Smoking the vapor and inhaling the crystal. The second i exhale, my body becomes a different machine. I take my shorts off and apply the cock rings to my shaft and balls. Its gets me harder and looks cool. I then oil my cock and balls up and slowly start to spread my legs open so that if anyone is spying they will see my slit of my boi pussy. I take another hit and get into the surroundings. I see a few people and hear them as well. A slurp and a kiss and then a moan. My eyes are adjusted to. After lunch, Jen asked me from the passenger seat, "Why didn't you want to tell Mike where we were really going? Why'd you tell him we were going to the Grand Canyon?"I sighed, my brow furrowing as I watched the road ahead. Finally, I answered. "Two reasons. One, I thought it sounded a little funny to say 'Hey, I'm taking your wife to Vegas!' Not that every trip to Vegas has to be down and dirty, and not that I really think Mike would suspect anything --" He wouldn't," she interrupted. "Not in.