.. ugh! ... Natalie over for ... oh! ... dinner!" Followed you home, did she? Hi, Natalie," he chuckled. "You mind if I give her a little after school...snack?" Hi Mr. Summers." I smiled weakly up at him, tossing my head to get my hair out of my brown eyes. It was coarse, black and straight and in my eyes as it swept the floor."I don't mind ... Fuck, Dad! She fucks good!" Allen slapped my ass playfully and I yelped softly."You want some of this, Natalie?" Mr. Summers smiled and he had his cock. Lying in the sand dunes watching the sunset gentlycuddling each other. Very nice. Pleasure of beingoutside, cool breeze, loose shorts, risk of discovery.Neither of us mentions the moment by the side of theroad, but I think it started something.Back in the guest house you excuse yourself to peebefore we go down to dinner and again do it shamelesslywith the door open, talking to me all the while aboutplans for tomorrow.I wondered if you were being suggestive but it wouldhave been the wrong time. “Drop your weapon,” the pilot growled at me, “or the cave man dies, here and now. It’s your choice.”I ignored the man’s demand, instead bringing my weapon up. Without a second’s thought, I squeezed off a three round burst into the man’s face. It took everyone by surprise, including the now dead pilot. The co-pilot shrieked and threw herself to the snow, trying to get out of my line of fire, and the other two, both gasped and stepped back in surprise and horror as bits of grey matter splattered. And her nipples were hard too. Just then, she heard the doorbell ring. Who could that be…OH Damn! She’d forgotten, lost in her thoughts, that Kevin, one her son mates, had offered to cut the lawn. The door bell rang again, and she hurriedly got up and went into the house and on through to the front door. She opened the door to see Kevin turning to leave. “Hi Kev, I’m in, come on in.” “Hi, Mrs B...whoa, looking good Mrs B” and stepped though into the house. She could clearly seen him not looking.