Row after row I checked the pilings and then I found the stone casket on the bottom. There had been a trapdoor in the warehouse floor above. I floated...as I looked at it and finally reached out to see how heavy it was.I turned and swam up and out and then climbed out of the water. I glanced across the canal again but the man was gone, "there is a stone casket on the bottom under the middle of the building."They hissed and gestured to ward off evil and I grinned, "enough superstition."I grabbed. I couldn’t remember the last time I fucked her pussy this hard. “You like that baby? You like dressing up in elegant, white, satin and than letting your husband take your pussy all for himself?”Too into being fucked to look back, Jess replied between breaths as she got pounded from behind…“Yes baby, fuck me! Make me your little, satin slut!!”Completely lost in lust, I made the mistake of looking up and forward, over to Fred and Jennifer. Fred was in the middle of pulling up Jennifer’s. There's a reason they call it a piss hard-on. I needed to get up and relieve myself and I could think of no way to do so without waking one or both of them. I quietly said, "Excuse me girls," twisted around and sat up. That got moans from both of them.I knew what Moses must have felt like when he got to the far shore of the Red Sea when I got out of bed and the two of them flowed together. They wrapped themselves around each other and I couldn't have fit a toothpick between them.The "hard-on". Stephanie and I both laughed.“You decided to go for the cute, conservative blonde look for the weekend?” Stephanie asked.“I figured with seeing your mom, it was just easier. And honestly, I’m not sure that other look really fits me at this point.”“Why is that?”“Living with your brother, his girls, and his kids has given me a different perspective on life. And I’ve spent a lot of time talking with Trish about her dual life. She’s doesn’t dress goth much anymore because of law school and how.