She still had the image of her mother displaying her talents in her head and decided to go for walk to clear her mind.Mel ventured up into the woods a...d found herself in a clearing that overlooked the lake. It was another beautiful day and she could see right across to the cluster of buildings that included the entertainment bar and general store. The odd wisps of blue smoke gave away the locations of other cabins that were s**ttered around the lake and Mel felt quite at peace up there in the. Luckily she arrived early and was knocking on my door. So when I heard the knock on my door I opened the door a crack, saw her, and quickly opened the opened the door. She took two steps inside, I closed the door, got behind her as she walked in and lifted her up carrying her to the sofa.I sat down on the sofa with her on my lap. she quickly turned around and straddled me. Our lips quickly moved towards each others and we started a passionate kiss. Our tongues dancing and our hands roaming over. That night I would listen like my life depended on it, imagining and memorizing their envisioned moves, because I did not want to screw up my first attempt (no pun intended). That night I listened to them do their bathroom routine, then heard muffled talking and giggling. Then I heard the sounds of clothing being shed, the squeaks of the bed and the occasional grunts or moans. It was hard to hear the sucking sounds, but occasionally I thought that's what I heard. I certainly imagined her using. The look on her face was that of shock and disbelief. What was Fred Mullings supposed to do at this point? The room was quiet. The chattering of the children outside in the neighboring garden were all that reverberated in the room. He said nothing, hoping the shock would simply scare her from the appalling scene. But it was not the case. His wife was not scared, distraught, or confused. The look on her face reflected a primal instinct, one that could not be misunderstood by her husband. Anger..