He was totally naked now. His body was a mass of muscle and scar and kinky, rust colored hair.Clutched firmly, in his large hand, was a hardened cock ...hat made mine look like a stubby pencil. He was jacking it slowly as he peered eagerly back at me and my sister, joined in sexual union on the bed."It feels okay," I said.I looked down at Cookie, as her head reposed on the pillow. Her eyes were softly closed and her pretty face held a look of angelic contentment.I reached up and brushed the blond. This was how I had my fun, find a homeless boy or girl, I was flexible, lure them back to my secluded mountain retreat, use them hard, dump them or bury them, depending on their level of reciprocation, then I would take a break till the feelings of need swamped me again, then back hunting I would go, my life. He was special, usually I was a twelve to fifteen year old boy lover, he was younger, hard to tell how much, he was tiny, a waif, a sexy vulnerable waif waiting for a man to love him and. The funny thing was though once I stopped crying and composed myself I didn't feel a quarter as guilty as I had. Actually I started to feel amazingly horny. I was so tired though I just crashed out and went to bed.At about 1.00 in the afternoon the phone woke me from my slumber and I stumbled out into the lounge room and grabbed the phone."G'day mate," it was Goodie. "You got me ute?" Yeah mate it's out the back. Safe and sound." What followed was about 2 hours of silence. Or al least it felt. However, she did not trust anyone with those fantasies. They were too dark and she was afraid of scaring away her boyfriend. . . However, the image of that bound woman kept crawling back into her mind, making it hard to drive. "God, that woman has to be the luckiest woman alive," Michelle said out loud. Michelle also noticed that she was getting wet at the thought of being in that woman's place. It was a long drive back to the restaurant for the delivery girl, her.