At first she would always make me leave the house if she had a guy coming over. I would get a call when I could come home. She would always be waitin... for me still in our bed with her pussy oozing the cum from her visitor.Then after a couple of years she started allowing me to be at home while she had sex. I was always made to stay in the spare bedroom. She had me reverse the lock on the door so she could lock me in. The spare room shares a wall with our room so I could hear everything going. "I most certainly will not go away to come back in half an hour, youngman! If you're worried I may see something I shouldn't then why don't youbuzz me in, and open your front door. You can skip off to finish whateverit is you were doing, long before I can get inside your flat! I'll makemyself comfortable in your lounge. You have a lounge, or somewhere with acomfortable seat I suppose?"Carlo, his mind still a jumble, heart still pounding, couldn't think ofany adequate response."Well, all right. ....AHHHHHHHHH!" I can hear her crying, yet at the same time, I feel a hand moving under her, and I know she is touching her pussy. Playing with her clit. "Yesss, baby, finger yourself, cum for me. Ohhh, yea................damn it, fuck............fuck your pussy as I fuck your ass.....ah...uh...." Now her cries are turning into moans. The only sounds now are our fucking and the storm. She shakes and shutters and cries out, "Ahhhh, I'm cummmming. Damn you." With that I shove my cock deep,. Casey ducked and moved away from her hiding spot. She was crushed she didn't get to finish what she had started but had no choice but to retreat from her hiding spot. She moved back to the designated 'facilities', peed and headed back to camp. After eating and cleaning up the site, they sat around the fire and talked about themselves, their lives, and adventures. Heidi went to the kitchen pack and broke out a box of wine. "You carried that all the way up here?" Casey said. "It's my.