“A crew arrived and started unloading the container in the warehouse,” he said. “We’d already planted cameras and were watching the whole thin.... The guys almost missed what was happening.”Periodically a piece of furniture was opened—either a panel from the back or simply a drawer—and several small parcels had been removed and taken to the panel van that had brought the crew. The furniture was piled helter-skelter beside the container. They had blown up pictures from the tape and discovered. Her hands pressed gently on the back of my head, encouraging but not forcing, gyrating her hips and grinding against my face. I gripped the elastic and carefully pulled it down, revealing her perfectly trimmed hair, a neat triangle pointing to the place I had so much desire for. I kissed the neat, brown patch and then followed the cotton as it revealed more of Belinda's vagina, kissing as I went, my tongue finding the firm nub of flesh, straining to release itself from the protection of it's. I thought I could impress her by suggesting we share a beer in the tree house. She had other ideas though. We climbed up the rope ladder and she pulled out a joint. I only vaguely knew what it was, but she seemed like an old pro. She lit it and taught me how to inhale. I only took a couple hits and got super high. I’d never felt that way before… obviously. We talked for what seemed like hours (actually only about 20 minutes) when the talk turned to sex. She asked if I’d ever been with a guy.. Cindy and I went inside; she headed straight for the bedroom. I went to take a leak and by the time I got to the bedroom, she was naked on the bed with only the stockings on. "I left them on for you," she mumbled, a little incoherently. I quickly got undressed and got between her legs and started to kiss and lick her. Normally she wants me to do this until she comes, but she pulled me up and told me to fuck her right away. I got more carried away and fucked her a lot harder than I normally do..