“What was that all about Jessica? I didn’t do anything to deserve that.”I just stood there for a minute looking at him. I know it wasn’t his f...ult but I had to blame someone.“What did you do? “ I said. “It’s not what you did Brock, it’s what your good for nothing friend didn’t do last night.”“Well, what did steve do this time, “ he asked me.I looked at my little brother who’s not so little anymore. All the girls wanted him, he’s not to bad looking I guess, he looks like a young Tom Cruise. I’ll. After creeping about halfway towards the food I heard another challenge from behind me. Two lows and high, there was another fetcher coming up behind me, probably from a different group at camp or elsewhere in the woods. I kept my eyes forward, if a predator came up behind me it’d probably get him first giving me a chance to run, perfect. The spotter acknowledged this new challenge with the same tune. Still in the clear.I continued forward keeping my eyes peeled for danger. Then I heard the. He held her ankles tightly as he probed her flesh with his cock. His moans breathy and loud as he rode her cunt, his hands not moving, just holding her firm as he placed a kiss to her exposed ankle.Her climax ebbed as her body adjusted to the new intrusion. The rhythm so familiar but so different from the last. She moved her hands to her breasts, strumming her fingertips over the nipples as the soft mounds bounced with each thrust from behind the wall. Her new partner peaked fast. Shuttering to. Standing ten yards from the wall, he stood up straight and made a seriesof NFL referee signals. Holding, followed by Illegal use of the hands,and finally Safety.All at once, a loud whirring sound came out from the wall, as it startedto descend into the floor. Behind it was a very masculine-looking personcrouched next to a surprisingly familiar looking old Harley-Davidsonmotorcycle, making adjustments.The hidden room in the back of the bottom floor of Tudor Inc HQ's privategarage was Charles'.