I glanced down and gazed at her exposed genitalia. Her clean shaven pussy was there for all to see. She was not a slut, I could tell from the tightnes... of her vagina. I was startled as the lips began to move and beckoned me to come closer. I was still tripping pretty fucking hard.“I’m sorry Caitlin. I don’t know what came over me. I thought he was….”My apology trailed off and my eyes drifted to the unconscious heap with the comically erect penis that lay next to us. Blood dripped down from the. Heather quietly opened Chris’ door and peeked in to see a couple fucking on his computer screen and his hard cock in his hand. ‘It’s bigger the Marks!’ she thought, excitedly. She stepped into his room, and quietly shut the door, just as Chris turned around. He was still stroking his cock at the sight of her, even with the surprised look on his face, and Heather reacted quickly. In a few quick steps, she was on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth. Chris had no time to object. This morning was dark for mid October. There were dark threatening clouds and thunder could be heard in the distance. Some time today we were going to have heavy rain. I could feel it in the air, but so far and for the past week it had been fine.Through habit in the morning I always brought my rifle out, gave it a thorough clean, pulled through the barrel and applied a light oiling. It was a ritual that one just carried out unconsciously.After cleaning the rifle I walked over to the van to pick. Once lunch passed, I was nearly convinced that she had forgotten allabout it. She didn't suffer from Alzheimer's but why wouldn't she haveconfronted me about it by now? She had had plenty of opportunity. On theother hand, perhaps she knew that I didn't want it brought up and droppedthis whole leotard idea. Knowing her though, the former was the mostlikely option. Whatever it was though, I was relieved that it didn't looklike I had to go through with it."All right girls, ready for your first.