They took a couple of hours and walked the rest of the property. They found the old homestead where his great-great grandfather, who fought in the Civil War for the Union, had lived. Of course, the house was long gone, but you could still make out where the buildings used to be. It was a rather nostalgic time for Maxwell to see where his ancestors used to live, walk, and work. Of course, back then, there was no lake. It was a recent creation of the state, built in the mid-sixties.They decided to go back to the clearing, spread their blanket, and have some lunch.Maxwell retrieved the lunch basket and blanket from the car and returned to Dakota, who was waiting in the clearing.Maxwell had the passing thought of christening the land with some nice outdoor sex, but wasn't so sure. There were too many unknowns, and I wasn't sure if Dakota would think it was a good idea.When he got back to the clearing, he found Dakota had removed all of her clothes, hung them on the limb of a tree, and

Maxwell then placed his mouth on her mound and began to lick in between her labia. Then he moved his mouth up to her clit and inserted a finger into her wet cunt. Shaina closed her eyes, began to moan, and whispered, "I love this game!"After a couple of minutes, Clara proclaimed, "Stop! Two minutes are up."Shaina said with frustration, "Damn it, I was just starting to really get wound up!"Maxwell stood up and returned to his chair. Clara dealt another round of the cards.Dakota high, Clara low. Without saying a word, Clara removed her halter, releasing her large breasts.Dakota dealt the next hand. Shaina high, Dakota low. Also without a word, Dakota removed her shirt, revealing her bare breasts.We now have two topless ladies and one bottomless lady. Things are going just as Maxwell had hoped.Shaina dealt the cards. Clara high, Maxwell low. Maxwell stood up and removed his jogging pants, revealing his erect cock to all the girls.Clara deals the cards. Dakota high, Maxwell low ag

With Clara vigorously rubbing her own clit, she said, "Me too! Me too!" Then Maxwell let out a groan and growl, followed by a yell of, "OH FUCK!" and shot stream after stream of his cum into Clara's ass."Oh sh*t, Maxwell, oh sh*t! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed as she bounced her ass up and down on his cock, rubbing her clit with greater intensity. She then slowed her bouncing, and just sat still, rocking her body back and forth.Still impaled on his cock, Clara fell forward into his body, pressing her sweaty tits against his chest and laying her head on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her, gently kissing her cheeks, neck, and shoulders.Maxwell's cock seemed to deflate quickly, and she was pushed out of her ass along with some of his semen. Even though Maxwell was out of her now, Clara didn't move, clinging to him in a most intimate embrace.She then raised her head off his shoulders, leaned in, and kissed him on the lips with the passion of a thankful lover. He placed hi

Julia WhiteFireworks blossom above the lake, floating in the clear night air before drifting down in dazzling clouds to settle on the water.My father flinches at the first explosion. He dislikes things that are loud or surprising. Which is why I sometimes irritate him—I can be both of those things, even when I'm trying to be a good girl.His scowl is lit by the blue and gold lights. Yes, he has the same expression when he stares at me."Would you like to eat inside?" Donald asks.Because it's a warm night, we're all sitting on the deck. In New York, unlike in Sicily, you must take advantage of every opportunity to eat outdoors. Even yet, if you didn't hear the traffic below, you'd assume you were in an Italian vineyard. The table is set with primitive dinnerware imported from the old country three generations ago, and the pergola overhead is heavily clothed with shade-giving fox grapes planted by Father. Fox grapes cannot be made into wine, although they do make fantastic jam.My fa

"Wait until you see the inside!" Dakota smiled and winked at him.She parked the car in front of the house, grabbed her notebook, and said, "Shall we take a look?""Yes, by all means," Maxwell replied.As they stood at the front door, she bent down to punch in the combination to the realtor's box, which contained the door key. Once in the house, she began to explain the present situation to the house."The house at present is a corporate rental. What that means is that companies will rent the house for a weekend or longer for meetings or retreats. That's why it's furnished.""I see. What is the asking price?""Well, it is listed for 400,000, which is not a bad price itself. However, because of several factors, I think the owner would be willing to take less than that—actually, much less.""How much less is much less?""Well, because of my working relationship with the owner, I think if you made an offer around 300, she would entertain it. The owner is an older woman and she is having