The cops had no idea who stabbed Jethro Morris, or why. Lucy and I hadn’t worked out anything, relationship wise. I had finished researching more ...usiness opportunities, and found absolutely nothing of interest that was also viable. I plan to continue working on that aspect of my life into the evening. That plan was interrupted by a knock on the camper’s door. I opened the door to Happy Jones.“Hi there John,” she said. “So can I come in?”“Of course, come on in,” I said.“I hadn’t heard. I still tried to play it cool and rolled off her right away. I jumped up and quickly headed out of the room saying "Okay that's all you get . . . my hands are tired and really greasy." I made it out of the room before she'd even had a chance to look up and hoped that she wouldn't figure out what had happened. I was fortunate that she remained in place, because my shrinking cock was still out in the open as I raced for the bathroom. I mean, do 14-year-old girls . . . even really know about. This time she slowly rolled her stockings off her legs, both stockings counting as one item. Martin threw the pieces of paper we were using as 'chances' aside and said: 'Right, I'm playing for clothes only now to make it a bit more even.' I agreed and we drew cards. Martin lost and I briefly wondered if he'd cheated by throwing away his decent cards. I decided it didn't matter as it was hardly a competitive game anyway. Martin got rid of his t-shirt but was standing up again after the next. ..harder, Chris! Fuck me! Yes! Fuckk! Mmmf, ohhh yes! Fuck my pussy!". Katie humped back into my cock as I fucked her steadily and quickly.We had been going for quite a while now and I recognized the performers' lines wrapping the show up. I made to finish up, fucking Katie's tight teenage pussy faster and faster, harder and harder. Her body writhed under mine as she convulsed with pleasure, her drenched pussy dripping juices onto the hardwood floor below us. I felt my loins starting to stiffin.