She lived alone apart from her two sons, Adam and Tony, aged sixteen and eighteen, and both of the boys were out. She still tried the bell, just in ca...e, and was not surprised when she got no response.She checked the windows, all closed naturally. In desperation, she went around to the rear of the house, to check the back door and the lounge windows, All were secure, even the French windows."Fuck!" she repeated.It was then that she noticed the cat-flap. She was slim, so maybe she could wriggle. ”Abbott turned back around and walked over to where Sven stood, the water still cascading down his body. When Abbott stopped a couple feet away Sven reached out and grasped his upper arm and pulled him closer. He then put his hand on Abbott’s shoulder and pushed him down. Abbott’s knees had no resistance and he went down onto them.Sven’s long beautiful cock was inches in front of his face. He said, “Suck it. You want it, so suck my cock.”Abbott had never imagined sucking another man’s cock, but. Not around home.He was listening to music while he played a computer game, wearing only a pair of gym shorts because the heat was on high. Neither of them had to go anywhere the next day, so neither was in a hurry to get to bed. Besides, they were still dealing with the remnants of the adrenaline rush both had experienced during the game. She didn't knock. Neither of them ever did. He looked up."Hey" he said, his voice neutral. They had, at one time, been the best of friends, but had drifted. Not a man apart from Louku was in sight. They all sat in a circle on top of cut logs, all around a large fire. Louku was denied the heat, causing his body to quake with cold. The women looked all quite strong,but still all beautiful. Their bodies were all hourglass shaped, their bodies sexy. Near them were tents. On these tents was a symbol. On every one there was a mark of a black rose, twisted horribly, but yet hypnotically.One woman stood up. Her hair was blood red, her eyes a deep blue..