It is small, about sixteen feet long and twelve feet wide. It has windows on one side and in one end. The solid pine door is beside a window. Linda ha... the key to the dead bolt lock.This is a hunting cabin on private land. It belonged to Linda’s husband, who has been dead five years. He was a hunter and stayed here overnight during the spring and fall hunts, although he had another larger cabin up beside the lake. No one comes to this one now.The cabin is musty. Jane opens the windows to air it. Every night he had come over, and every night she felt closer to him. Tessa didn’t get close to anyone. Conner did something to her though, he left her wanting more every time he walked out her front door. He had also shared personal aspects of his life with her, and she felt like she at least owed him something, more than that, she felt like she could trust him enough to open up more than she had. She slowly opened her eyes and turned her gaze on him. “David was sweet.” Tessa said, deciding. She was leaning back in the Jeep seat with her 8” purple vibrator (she called it “purple” for short.) in her pussy. She was slowly fucking herself and buy the looks and sounds of it she was really doing a great job of it. I could see a wet spot on the seat below her very splayed legs. I was having a very hard time concentrating on driving with trying to watch her and bussing my cock at the same time I was driving. The only good thing was we were on a remote road with no one else close by. After. "Storm took the time to laugh at her sister at her fate, shimming a bit and waving her dick a bit."You're a trip, ya know?" Thank you, thank you," Storm replied before sticking her tongue out at her sister."Hey, did you ever cum?" No...why do you keep asking?"Tisha stood up straight as an idea popped into her head. "Just sit down on the toilet seat and close your eyes. I'll be back."Storm did as she was told, figuring that whatever her sister was going to do would cure the dull ache in her.