I was tempted to ask what had happened to Romy, but decided discretion was the better part of valour at that point.We didn't return by the same route ...nd passed several more of the dwellings on the way. At least, I assumed they were dwellings. In due course, we came to the field and I could see the ship in the distance, drawing rapidly closer. I breathed a sigh of relief when I was able to step out and stand next to the car."Where is Romy?" I am Romy."I opened my mouth to say she didn't look. Being a Saturday there was no school so she was off down the park again, taking her sisters, they had plenty of bread to feed the duck’s, she then watched them as they played on the swings and slide, she avoided all questions as to what was wrong. For the next week she thought about several things to get back at her mother, unusually this week Uncle John didn’t come over on the Tuesday night, she hoped with them knowing their secret was known, they had stopped, but then she realised it was the. "Don't go," she cried out. "Steve, please don't go yet." Her legs were still open, her cum drooling pussy looked so inviting. She looked at me, then reached out for me. I moved between her legs and slid my hard cock into her. I was fucking her hard, slamming into her in my urgent need. "Did he go?" she asked me, "did he? Steve don't leave please. I need more!" I fucked her furiously, feeling how wet and slick she was. I was aware of the wetness covering my balls as it leaked out of her. Steve. Thats when I finally opened my eyes, and looked at Freddy for a moment. And when I saw him look down at his own penis, I immediately realized that, due to the fact that I was too busy orgasming my ass off, I hadnt been actively playing with his dick, like he had wanted me to do. Instead, I had been firmly hanging onto Freddys erect dick, like it was some kind of handle. And I was actually using it to help me keep my balance during my strong orgasms, while I was getting finger-fucked by Freddy..