Slowly, I leaned back, in order to be more comfortable, and moved back into the middle of this large nest of love. He moved with me and placed himself...on top of me, his pants still on, but the bulge of his manhood protruding violently. We kissed a little more, and he ticked me and turned me on to exasperating heights by rubbing his lips softly on my neck, on my shoulders, nibbling softly on my ears, and touching my most sensitive spots with his fingertips, before moving further down. I rolled. I found it arousing that some of the men near us kept eying her up ,when their wives were not looking. I told her that she was getting attention to which she cheekily replied " I no, fun isn't it!" I new then that she was I a playful mood and we may have some fun later. To make sure, after our meal I went and got her a double brandy, much to her delight. Brandy always makes her randy! Why don't we go for a walk by the lake and find a quiet spot, I suggested. What a good idea she said. So off we. "Like it?" Neil asked, gesturing vaguely towards the room. Stacy looked around. It was a small, basement bedroom, surprisingly bright considering the fact that there was only one, small window. The light, however, did the room no favours. It merely exposed the battered '70s-style wood panelling that covered the walls. That, along with the worn shag carpet gave the room a slightly sleazy look to it. More or less what Stacy would have expected. Besides the bed - a single bed, she noticed - which. ‘Yes, yes we are.’ her father replied. ‘Is this necessary now?’ ‘I wish this weren’t necessary, sir, but we need to get Julie’s story as clearly as she can remember it. We want to get moving on this case.’ she said reassuringly. ‘I’ll need to talk to Julie alone, folks.’ she said apologetically. ‘Yes, of course.’ her father replied. John and Evelyn Payton walked slowly out of the room, John’s arm protectively around his wife’s back, softly holding her shoulder. They sat in the chairs against.