“No, she’s home, in fact you’re fingering her right now.”Ron froze as the words registered in his brain.Looking up he saw it came from the fig...re walking towards him. In a panic Ron jumped back, unsure what to do and what exactly was happening.“It’s okay, “ the voice continued. “What’s that compared to screwing her brains out yesterday?”Thoroughly confused, Ron looked back and forth at the bookend sisters. Panic began to grip the youth, as he began to sputter.“J Ð Je Ð Jenny?” Then shifting his. Put the parlor over there..." A front parlor?" I laughed." ... Kitchen, little dining room maybe..." Josh was nodding."Where's the bedroom gonna be?" I asked, pursing my lips."Uh, well, I figured right here ... Except up on the second floor, you know," he shrugged. "Get that morning sunlight in your hair." Hmmm..." I nodded. "Right about here?"Josh chuckled as I started spreading that blanket on the grass."Yeah," he nodded. "That'd be it." Come here," I said, sitting down and hold out my hands. Richard turned to me, “What did she say?”“You don’t want to know.”“I do, I promise, I do.”I just shook my head in the non-affirmative way. I sighed and glanced at Emma before looking back at Richard.“Ewch ar, ddweud wrtho yr hyn a ddywedais.”Richard looked at us both, but concentrated on me. Staring into my eyes.“What’s the secret, go on, tell me.” he said.“She said...” I hesitated and leant in a little closer to Richard so that I could whipser, “...that she would love to suck my pussy while. Her voice sounded low, guttural. "That sweet, delicious, tantalizing smell. We ate them all up. How do we get more?" He has to make them," Julie said. "The guy out front. Arnie. The baker."There was silence, and Arnie knew they were coming. He thought about running out the door, but he knew that wouldn't work.They would find him, he was sure of that. They would track him down, no matter where he ran to, because they knew he was the only one who could make the donuts.The donuts that they had to.