. äh.. Ranger! Ist jemand da? Hier ist es nicht mehr sicher, bitte öffnen sie die Tür!", rief ein Mann, doch wie ein Ranger klang der nicht wirklic.... Emilia zumindest war nicht überzeugt. "Wie oft willst du noch fragen? Jetzt mach einfach die scheiß Tür auf du Idiot.", sagte ein anderer. Emmi's Augen weiteten sich und sie lief schnell zu der versteckten Falltür im Wohnzimmer, die unter den Boden der Hütte führte. Gerade noch rechtzeitig, denn Sekunden später hörte sie einen der Männer sagen:. So I kept my mouth shut.She looked over at me and smiled."I hope I didn't embarrass you?" Oh no."(But of course she had. Just as she had planned.)"Stand up. I wanna see something."I could not believe she had just said what she did. My prick was hard as asteel girder in my pants. But I followed orders. I stood up. Talk aboutbeing embarrassed! Not only did I have an obvious hard-on. I had a bigwet spot at the tip of it, in my pants. Time stopped. I just stood there,obediently, with my wet, hard. Nothing mattered except the wonderful feelings he always gave her. ‘Bobby…if…if you…you keep doing that,’ she panted, ‘I’m going to come!’ ‘Isn’t that what you just told me you wanted to do?’ Bobby asked. He carried on with the caresses that were driving Mrs. Parker wild. ‘Mmmmmmm!!!!’ Mrs. Parker murmured. ‘I…I guess I did…didn’t…I?’ Thrills continued to suffuse her and her hips began to rock in answer to the young man’s exhilarating caresses. The washcloth needed more lather, so Bobby gave. I’m helping Miranda place all her luggage on a trolley when a good looking woman in her mid-thirties walks up to her and hugs her. Winking at Melody I say, with a slight accent, “If that be all, Miss, I be on ma way.”Looking up at me the woman says, with a laugh, “Now that wouldn’t be ethical, would it? Ducking off without even giving me a chance to get my copy of your book autographed.”Both Miranda and Melody give me odd looks when I smile while saying, “Yes it would, because I made no.