I pulled up in front of my grandparents house, their house was always where the party was held. I could feel the excitement build in my body, I wanted...to see John more than ever and I hoped he was already there. As I walked up the stairs to the screen door I noticed a guy, he had short dark hair and stood about 6 foot tall. I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, It squeaked loudly as I stepped through the threshold. The dark headed man turned to look at me and I realised it was John. My. Derek entered, and with the roar of the engine,they were off.It was an awkward ride to say the lease. No music, no conversation, noeye contact. Derek kept his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing atcars behind him with suspicion. Sandra lazily gazed out the window,imaging what kinds of lives the pedestrians they past had. The silencewas broken only once during the ride."...Are you sure you want to go in like that?" he asked, his eyes firmlylocked before him."Like what?" Sandra retorted with. She whispered something in his ear and his hand immediately dropped to her arse. I guessed she had just told him she had no knickers on. He was feeling for the non-existent panty line. I imagined his cock growing harder in anticipation. I got up and slipped out; back into the car park and my waiting pick-up truck. I drove quickly back to the house, parked around the corner and ran up to the bedroom. I switched on the little cameras I had hidden in the hall, lounge, kitchen, bathroom and. She was happy that she already knew how to play poker, since her father had been a poker addict and had insisted on teaching her how to play so that he could play on Sundays when her mother would not let him go to the saloon.She also learned that the saloon was the best place to pick up the local gossip. The bartender was usually the best source, but almost anybody might spill something juicy. Another good place was at the poker table. Her reason for wanting to look like a man was so that she.