It's just ... well ... that's what everybody calls them. I'll try to be more careful about what I say from now on." Thanks," Nilsen said with a nod. "...ctually it doesn't seem to bother them at all. They just laugh when they hear it. I don't care if it bothers them or not; it bothers me." Well, I'd rather have your Demons for sisters than the flat-out bitches I have," Demeter responded. "But I understand what you're saying and I'll watch myself." You'd better," Nilsen said with a grin. "It just. Ed actually did a little fishing in the Toccoa River, as he has a State wide fishing permit with the various stamps required to take different kinds of fish. We had fried fish for dinner along with some other food that we had brought with us. The campground has a number of grills and picnic tables set up for campers and other visitors to use. There weren't many campers there on Friday night.Saturday morning, we were up early and had a breakfast of fresh fruit and some freeze dried meals that we. She pulled back from the strong hold on her head and Kelly released his cock, gasping and gulping for air. She wiped saliva from her chin."Ready to get pumped?" Rick asked.Kelly nodded, gazing at his glistening cock. She used a long fingernail to playfully pierce a saliva bubble sliding along a pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. She shuffled even further forward onto the edge of the bench and raised her skirt, revealing her shaven pussy.Rick reached down into a pocket — almost at his. ...The final arrangement was only arrived at after much consultation and combined a rearrangement of accommodation and of the days' routine.The males were accorded individual accommodation but still according to rank; Colin Bolem's bunkroom was rather cramped having been initially a store locker; TJ and Morg were moved each to a once twin bunk cabin which ended up cramped once the hard suit was stored on its stand.The common meeting place was the mess; the female 'lounge' was the fo'c'sle mess.