Tom was a man of few words most of the time. But he really got into roleplaying his characters and could be a down right chatterbox if he was playing ...he right character. I led Tom and Karl inside. Quatch was sitting in a recliner getting blown by Willow. His head was thrown back and his mouth wide in amazement and he had a fistful of her raven-black hair. “Holy shit,” Tom muttered. “You runnin' a brothel, Mark?” Karl gaped. “These are my sex slaves,” I said. “They do whatever me our my fiancee. “We’d better get this chlorine off,” I said.Scout could only nod. She looked a little dazed. I held her hand as we walked inside to the showers. I had to keep her from falling as she stumbled side to side. By the time we got to the shower though, she had recovered. We got in the shower, and rinsed all the chlorine off our bodies.We dried off, and went to my bedroom to change. Scout began to take off her bikini, but I said “Stop.” I picked her up and laid her on the bed. We started to make out. Amelia suddenly felt that someone or something was behind her. She spun around to look but there was nothing there. She looked around the valley but she couldn't see anything. 'Strange, I felt sure there was someone close by but either I'm imagining it or they are hiding from me.' She carried on gathering her kindling but made sure that she now stayed fully alert. She still couldn't dismiss that feeling though. She chided herself for being silly. 'No-one knows that I am here and hardly anyone. Now he could properly fulfill his fetish. His favourite way of pleasuring himself was to wear a pair of panties to masturbate in and when he reached his orgasm he loved to cum in them, feeling his juices soaking into the fabric. He was beginning to get hard already as he thought about the session he had planned in his mind for this afternoon and knew that his hard-on would remain until he dealt with it later.As he passed a house a few doors down the street from his own house, John saw the.