His cock had been screaming for a chance to come out and play too, and this was it's turn. Dave grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the head over ...he girl's wet pussy, lubricating it and getting it ready for action. "Ohhh Dave! Wait, please wait..." she pleaded. The last throes of her orgasm hadn't left her yet and her pussy was extremely sensitive. But Dave would have none of it. This girl wants to be a whore, well this is what whores do! He would own her... he would take her. Without. Smiling widely, Tabitha stepped into the house. Carly stepped back, giving way. "Your house is so nice. I wish I could afford to live here," gushed Tabitha."It's easy, honey. Just marry a rich man." Tabitha was taken aback by the answer. Feelings of repugnance to the thought of marrying a man started to rise, only to be interrupted by laughter. "Oh you're so easy to tease," Carly said. "Come on! Let me show you the house." Over here is my living room. It's got the latest furniture. In the. Back in the studio I took a good look at one of the images from the old farm. The image I chose was that of a rusty old hammer I found inside the rotting structure. I had propped it up in the frame of a warped and broken window. It held the window in an open position. I almost lost track of time just studying it.I made the ten minute ride to the family fish farm belonging to Sam. I was right on time. I was also wearing a parka over a low cut blouse and leggings under a short skirt. I did it. They were going to do it in the house! Why would they come out here if they were alone? Still, I couldn't think of any time when I'd been home and they would have had a chance to come out here before. I was just about to give up when I heard the door slide open. I heard a whisper and Lisa giggle. I got comfortable.The voices became distinguishable as they neared. "You're so pretty, Lisa," Bill said. She giggled again."Oh, Bill," she said. Then he gave a loud moan. I wondered what she'd done..