One year earlier the child had been blissfully living with her parents in the Maine woods. Her parents had chosen the remote cabin in the woods to get...away from the noise of society.I don't mean audible noise in the normal sense but the noise of the thoughts of all the people around their old home in Salem, Massachusetts. You see both of the child's parents were blessed, or cursed, with the ability to hear the thought of others.The small family had traveled extensively in search of a neutral. She was kneeling by her chair and would continually look up to see if there was anything she needed or wanted.Nicole was scared. Whatever it was, she was frightened. Sally was shaken as well, but had a better grip on her emotions. Janey was the only one who was calm and quiet. But something was wrong.I looked at Janey and suddenly, I knew. "Janey,..." I began."We're FAMILY, Dad. You shouldn't make decisions like that without talking to us about it."Wait a minute! How did this get to be my. ” “If you were my wife I wouldn’t cheat on you.” “But you’ve been married three times.” “Fair point. How often do you have sex? Once, twice a week or every night?” “That’s none of your business!” “He’s a very lucky man to have a wife like you. If you were my wife I’d want sex every night.” “I’m not your wife am I.”? “You have the most amazing legs, it's a shame not to allow men to put their hand between them.” “You have already tried to put your hand up my dress most of the night.“ “Well, you. My cock slips in easily, I start to fuck her - we are building a good rhythm when suddenly we hear footsteps. I stop my thrusting, Bunty doesn't stop at all though and continues rocking to and fro, then circling her hips. The tap tap tap of the footsteps outside continues, Bunty keeps gyrating. As I approach climax I place my middle finger on to her anus and gently push. She gasps, her ass is tight but the juice from her pussy does the job and it yields. My finger can feel my dick moving within.