Shelly jumped me as I was coming out of my room." That's a lie!" So what was she doing on the bedroom side of the house?" I asked. That made the Mom p...use. "There's also these scratches on my wrist and hand from where she tried to take my keys from me. Not to mention the imprint of the keys in my hand, or the bruises I have from where she hit and kicked me." I said lifting my shirt high enough so they could see them. Sure I heal fast but not that fast. It takes a couple minutes at least. And. He had a look around as he was not sure where he was supposed to be going. As he did he noticed the couple who lived beside him at one table, deep in conversation. At another table was John the seventy-year-old who lived opposite him. As he was standing there watching, he noticed a young lady looking straight at him. He did not recognize her at all. She was dressed in a white blouse, black skirt, and ankle boots.'Nice outfit,' he thought. But what drew his attention was the key on a chain. Megan needs to send them dates when you’ll be in town and confirm your attendance.”“Don’t you want to hear about the crocodiles?” I asked, somewhat hurt.“Not right now. What do you think about the camp?”“We may need to fire Cassidy. She didn’t even try to protect me.”Caryn cupped her face in her hands and rubbed her temples. Mom did that sometimes.“Tell me about the crocodile,” Caryn said.“It was crocodiles...” I began.I told her about what happened. They let me see it in playback and it was. . hard! The fingertip on her anus slid up inside her up to the second knuckle as her other hand busily rubbed her clit and vagina. Her mind went blank at the pleasure. Her knees became weak, forcing her to lean her shoulder up against the side of the shower, hot water still running over her breasts. The door opened.“Sis, are you ok? I heard a thump and noises as I came in. I hope I’m not intruding. I have been thinking about you all day. In fact, for the last couple of days, since ... you know.