I even turned up the volume to help me get more into the mood; but the noises outside continued. My ignorance quickly turned to fear. Shit! What if...there's a robber outside?! I wondered. This idea stuck in my mind as I dropped the vibe and ran downstairs, peering around each corner of my spacious house. My worries were not alleviated as I threw on a robe and called the police. I sat anxiously on my couch, practically biting my nails as the odd sounds outside did not seem to. Rolling adjusted to bouncing, and Frankie wailed, creaming the base of Scott’s dick and balls. Bill’s focus shifted more from the road to the backseat, and his middle leg stiffened and stuck to its left counterpart.“Time to make you cum.” Frankie turned and rode Scott in reverse cowgirl, feet planted on the ground and sitting between his legs. She dug her nails into his thighs and stared ahead at Bill, who locked eyes with her every instant he glanced at his rearview mirror.“Mmm, fuck yes,. We stayed down at the waters edge for a couple of hours, drinking and enjoying the great outdoors, but finally we needed to head back to camp for a late lunch. We all packed up our stuff, got dressed and headed back to the camp site, once there a couple of the couples headed into there tents to get some fucking in ( they were shy about fucking in public). It was fun peeking in and hearing all the sounds of sex as we made and ate lunch. After lunch the guys decided to drive into town (about 2. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. Part 12 – The Crime Scene ‘Teresa and I were at the Hospital when Tanya called me.’ said Cindy. ‘We took Buddy to see Amy. Teresa is taking Buddy home, to your home, and I came on down here.’ It was still Monday,.