Simone, one of the group crowded around watching, glanced up as I watched through the door. I saw a flicker of concern pass across her face, then she ...lipped away and came out to me in the hall. I noticed one young man's attention diverted from the action on the wide-screen TV to watch her ass as she walked by him. Ah, youth!"Papa? Is everything OK? We're not being too loud, are we?"I gave her a quick hug. "No. Everything is fine. I just thought I heard Marion in there and thought I would. “Er…” Isettled for honestly. “Well, to tell the truth, it feltpretty nice.”“It did?”“Yeah. Besides, I already had my revenge.”“What do you mean?”“I mean I felt you up last night after you were donewith me.”“You did?” he asked in a stunned tone.“Yeah. Sorry.”“Oh. What did you do?”I shrugged. “Just put my hand down inside your boxersand held your penis for a. "Good. And remember to be as quiet as you can. Okay, let's go." We left the bunkhouse and Sven went the usual way back to the farmhouse while I turned the other way and made my way around the back of the barn. I carefully skirted a treed area, then crossed over the laneway and quietly snuck up on the back corner of the house. I saw some sheer drapes blowing lazily at an open window near the back corner and knew this was the window Sven wanted me to go to. I edged up close to the house and. Standing at over six feet, with layered, jet-black hair and strong, classically handsome features, he seemed the embodiment of what Mary-Jane found attractive about the opposite sex. The clothes he wore gave him an air of class without affectation, and hinted at an impressive physique lying beneath. The very way he moved suggested implicitly that he owned the place. She found herself staring; it was only when he turned and his gaze swept over her, that she diverted her eyes. Had he seen her.