I wished I could be in there lying next to Gail. John would be fucking her, and my father would be fucking me. Gail and I could watch each other being...serviced by our men.I could see through the gap in the blinds John had her hips in his hands and his was fucking her hard. I whispered to myself, "Fuck me, Daddy. Give me your cock." I pulled up my shirt and bra up so I could pull on one of my nipples as I watched them fuck.Gail's expression was clearly one of a woman on the verge of orgasm. I. He cautiously tiptoed around the sacks, pots and crates that created a nearly indiscernible path to the back where she sat. As he drew near the light, he took in the mortars and pestles, along with the stone and glass jars. To his right were shelves secured to the wall holding mysterious looking containers whose contents he could not decipher. A slightly cloying scent of wildflowers filled the air."Grab the stool against the wall and come sit across from me, guardsman," the woman softly. A year or two olderthan Denise, Kristen was decidedly cute, but obviously adyke. Denise liked a woman to look like a woman, not animitation man.Making sure the camera was recording, Denise sat backdown. She felt decidedly on edge.Come, on, she thought. You can’t really be jealous.And why not? Annie asked. Because I hardly know her, that’s why. And besides–shelaughed, aloud–this isn’t what it looks.Oh, really? Then tell me what it is, then.Denise grumbled,. I knew Iman wanted me back in my room, but I walked over to Oliver, and gently took his hand. His hand was warm, but it did not respond to my touch."Oh Oliver," I said as my tears began to fall. "There is so much I want to tell you. So much I want to say that I haven't. Please don't die." I leaned down and kissed his forehead, then his lips. My tears fell on his face. "Come back to me," I sobbed. "My life is nothing without you. I love you."I stood up straight as I felt Iman's hand touch my.