My girlfriend would be plenty horny when she got here on Tuesday. When I was sure Cyndi was downstairs again, I moved out to the balcony with an issue...of Playboy, rather than her Cosmo. I stretched out on the chaise lounge, watching my sister. I reclined on the balcony, looking down at Cyndi as she basked in the sun. She usually sunbathed nude, though she always made a show of wearing a swimsuit out to the pool so I could admire her in it. Now, as I watched, Cyndi began to strip. She sat up. He was certain that she’d contrived a way to steal money from Sam. He opened the door and stepped into the room. ‘Working something on the side, Alex?’ She gasped and slowly turned to face him, her lip quivering slightly. ‘How much did you hear?’ ‘I heard it all, Alex. Definitely sounds criminal, doesn’t it?’ ‘Peter and I need this. I can’t go to jail,’ she whimpered. A tear spilled down her cheek, and Cal realized how much power he had over her in this moment. He knew that Peter was at work. ( i usually prefer much older ). Cut*(as i shall call him) was quick in taking me in hand unbuckling my jeans and groping and my shaft , balls and ass cheeks. As i fell into a mutual rhythm of stroking with cut i invited the othee gentleman to join us. After some hesitation he to removed his trousers revealing a small flacid uncut cock. Showing no bias i took him in my hand and to begun working him to be greeted with a average size cock once hard. As we all mutually stood cocks in hand cuts. However, when he went to where he had parted the truck a few feet away he made a significant discovery. The truck was gone! Even more significantly, there were no tracks to indicate his truck had ever been there. This provided Jason with the first conclusive evidence that he had indeed gone somewhere but now the question became, where was he now? From the looks of the surroundings it was obvious that Jason had not gone anywhere in terms of geographic location but the missing truck indicated he.