It wasn't a camo shirt but did a good job of letting Gus blend into the surrounding forest and it was water resistant. He was coming back from an unsu...cessful bow hunting trip. Gus liked to hunt and fish and most anything that got him outdoors, especially outdoors in the woods and near the streams of his own property.He enjoyed the tracking skills needed for a successful hunt or fishing trip. Gus used the meat and fish he harvested from the wild but felt using a rifle was a cop out. "Anyone can. I drank the last of my juice as he sat at the table.“Can I get you anything?” I inquired.“No thank you Molly, I’m good.”He began telling me of his first year at college and I found myself drifting off to Michael’s cock again. I couldn’t seem to get it out of my head. I think I was truly obsessed with fellatio.“So, what have you been up to Molly?” Steven asked.I wanted to say I sucked Michael’s cock last night, but that didn’t seem appropriate. I wanted to tell someone about how incredible it. I held her rigid body clear of the bench as my swollen cock twitched and tensed in her abused cunt. I watched in delight as her eyes rolled back in her head and beads of sweat streamed down her face and neck until running across her rock-hard tits.This time her orgasm took longer than ever to retreat until she sank back to the bench. Her panting now louder than ever, almost cries or sobs of passion. Now she was desperate to cum and the ever-growing crowd chuckled and laughed each time I denied. I wasn't very happy with the fact, but I told him I would give him a surprise visit at midnight. We stripped down to our bathing suits, and I could see he had a hard on. I ran with him into the water, so no one else could tell he was aroused.I dove under the water, taking a big breath of air and was playing with his dick. I came up for air and he pulled my bottoms aside and played with my wet pussy. His fingers brushed my clit and I moaned and gasped at the same time. I whispered to him to rub.