This is a bad idea, head back to the deck?

I finally decided that this was not a good idea. If Rochelle suddenly came along the shore a little, she would probably see me standing here in the trees. Plus the mosquitoes were starting to get bad here. I waited until she was facing out toward the lake again, and made my way back to the deck.

Eventually Rochelle came out of the water and went into the cottage. I decided to just concentrate on my novel.

Later in the day, Rochelle made us a nice supper of barbequed steaks and veggies and we sat with her to eat. It cooled off slightly, and Rochelle was back in her shorts and shirt. Tim and I spent some time down by the water chatting about stuff (mostly girls we wanted to fuck). We spent the evening inside doing some more reading.

We watched a video of some comedians Tim taped off TV while Rochelle cleaned up the dishes from the day. Diane and Jenny returned around 8pm, and by 11 we are all in bed. Tim and I stayed up a while with a small lamp on looking at some Playboy magazines he'd brought with him. This did nothing to calm my urges from the day. One of the bunnies had huge juggs, and my mind drifted to Rochelle, imagining if hers looked like that.

I lay there a long time, debating whether or not I should go to the bathroom to jerk off, before I finally fell asleep.

I woke up and looked at the clock: 8:27am. Tim was still asleep. I could hear that someone was already up and was out in the main part of the cottage.