He says, “Come on, guys, I want to poke things in you. I want to see how you react.”Tony kind of plops out of me and says, “Oh, I will react jus... fine in that tight ass, Creed, and maybe in your mouth too if you want.”Creed grins and tells him, “You are gonna wear a butt plug tonight that will also massage your prostate gland. Dude, you will be so hot tonight.” He bends Tony over, presses it into Tony’s ass, and turns it on a low, steady vibration that makes the end of Tony’s cock drip.Tony. But now, I had been caught red handed. The security guard was lurking behind a pillar. He saw me sliding the handful of black lady’s underwear into my bag. I was virtually frogmarched into the general manager’s office, past rows of sniggering secretaries, with a “here’s-another-one” expression on their faces. She was a very feminine general manager. Immaculately groomed, impeccably dressed, and wafting perfume with a stern face. She must have been about 50, a woman of my fantasies. Mature,. ." Dad was walking into the kitchen. "Oh ... I guess I did hear a car. Hi, Susan." Hi, Daddy." I walked to him, followed slowly by Mom, who was leading Katrina by the hand. I wasn't sure she'd ever let go of the girl."Hey," my dad gave my shoulder a little squeeze and bent himself a bit so I could kiss his cheek."Daddy, this is my partner, my love ... my life..." I giggled and Katrina did blush then. "Katrina, this is Daddy." It's nice to meet you," Katrina smiled and nodded."Wow ... Ummm, yeah. "I'm Steve. You've been here before?"She took his callused hand, her small hand engulfed in his. "Suzie. Yeah... Is the campsite below the falls taken?" You've got your choice. Mid week in the fall, I'm usually the only one here. You need any help setting up?" I was a girl scout once. I still remember how to pitch a tent." She said dryly."Okay. We've had some rain so that the woods are wet enough that you can have a camp \fire. If you need anything, I'll be here." Not pushing into her space,.