The narrow track ended in a small clearing. I stopped the car and we got out. She pointed off to the side and said, "That's where they buried Mr. Grah...m."Looking around I got the uncomfortable feeling that I could make out other mounds, other possible grave sites. I began to have second thoughts about keeping this place a secret. There might be young women buried here whose families would like their loved ones' remains returned to them.I walked around the clearing, careful to avoid leaving any. It was still there, but not as pronounced."If this is what women have to deal with when we get turned on, I'm showering in the dark from now on." James stated to her reflection, and began gathering up the clothes on the floor. She dressed rapidly, then picked up a brush and quickly put her hair into some semblance of order. She then moved the magazine rack, and unlocked the door. Calming herself, she exited the room, into the main corridor of the house."You ready, Maggie?" Anne called from the. Her or me. At the moment, thankfully, it was Lisa, and I could hardly blame David for that. His sister, my wife Lisa, was always a wildcat whose energy belied her few extra pounds (she wore them well, anyway, mostly in terms of a nice, plush ass and rather impressive tits).When I started to bottom out in Lisa's slick snatch, enjoying the wetness and warmth of her delicious pussy around my cock, David got a very bright idea and put himself in a 69 with his sister, feeding her eager mouth his. While we chatted, she periodically sipped on a cup of coffee she brought with her. I watched her pick it up, and the entire time I did so, the only thing that went through my head was if I would ever get to hold her hand. She was attacking me with beauty and charm, and there was no way I could fend that off. Even if I could, I wouldn’t want to. I loved every second of it. It felt odd that I was already thinking so far ahead. Usually I was more defensive about my emotions, and I was very rarely.