Back when she was married they use to throw parties in it.Watching from my window I could see men and boys coming all the time. I would jerk of imagin...ng both of them getting laid in the barn. One a month there would be several men, maybe 4 or 5, and a number of boys 18-22 years old there. All I could do was picture them both being gang banged. I couldn't leave my cock alone imagining what was going on in there.Today I see Sheryl (the daughter) and we started talking small talk finally I said. I lie back again, splaying my legs open wider as I slowly withdraw my fingers from myself and begin to rub at my hard little clit once more. My juices are now leaking down my backside, I thrust my hips into the air so that I can feel them pass over my puckered hole. Thinking I saw something move out of the corner of my eye, I pause for a moment before mumbling, "Ah, fuck it." to myself, I'm too hot to stop playing now. I return to grinding my hips against what I wish was your hand and not mine.. I fired at his feet. He started dancing where he was standing. Then I clipped one of the skulls hanging from his waist and he spun away into the darkness.Gunfire erupted behind me as I scooted back to the cave and scrambled back to my feet."Come on, Mike," Walter said from behind me.I turned and ran for the doorway. With my rifle empty, I turned and grabbed my web belt hanging near the door. Ejecting the rifle's clip, I fed a new one into the heavy World War Two weapon and stuck the barrel. .if it was Riki...Imagine if...found...diary...darkest dream yet...safe...Would it be so bad..." A car drove into the drive way pulling me away from the text. The parents were home and Desma was still in the shower. "Awe crap," I thought and peaked out the window. I could not quite see the car but I did see something else. The ladder still propped up against the side of the house was right outside. "Perfect," I had forgotten they were painting the house. That was my ticket out of there. I.