I made myself small and tried to walk as soundlessly as possible. God, I hated walking in the woods, there was always something dry to step on, and it...was always straight under one or both of my feet. I reached the house and walked around it, scanning the surrounding area. Nothing seemed out of place, except for a pair of boots that were lying down by the lake. Sean’s and Gabriella’s cars were both parked in the driveway, and there were no strange sounds, as far as I could tell, I was a city. Then, repeat, going a little faster. Just keep it lubed up man. I say as I start pumping in and out. He moves hands occasionally to keep them wet. After a few minutes, I stop, and he tries again. Woah this feels good! He says as he thrusts his hips into the tight fist I made. I help him out a little with rhythm, moving my hands a little with each thrust. Its sort of awkward having someone fuck your hand, but it does feel interesting. After a few moments, he stops and decides that was a good. "hey s-" I cut her off "do you have a boyfriend?!" she didn't respond "let me repeat myself do you have a boyfriend?!" "of course not silly" she said with a smile I her voice"that's good cause I thought you were dating timothy miller" there was a long silenceShe began sobbing "I'm sor-" I cut her off again "what the he'll is your problem you cheat on your boyfriend that you don't tell me about and when I ask you about it, instead of coming clean you lied again then you try to apologies once you. I remembered how she was so determined to get down there and start getting down to serious business without any prompting at all.I told my new live-in up close and personal partner Memphis about the strange situation and she assured me that the group was more benign than dangerous and it was only some more mature women taking advantage of unhappy MILFs to gain submissive bed partners for a night of wild orgies and good times. The switch-hitting police detective admitted she had dabbled in it at.