“I guess we ought to change the sheets,” I said as I pulled out fresh sheets. We remade the bed and then climbed on top of the bed. I pulled her i...to a tight embrace, and then we lowered ourselves. I wanted to put her on the bottom, but she had other ideas.“Oh, no. You are lying flat”. She said. (Once again, if a beautiful woman says…)I lie down, and she lays on top of me. Her legs between my legs, her pussy on top of my cock, our chests touching. I reach up and draw her face to me, and I kiss. This aroused me even more.I placed both my hands on her sides on the bed making sure that they brushed against her breasts. I took a better position and started to push her like I was actually fucking her. This went on for a while.i was hitting her spot with my hard tool and she was moaning aah aah aahhhh aahhhh with each stroke..she was enjoying it beyond heavens.. Then suddenly she held me tight and my dick was pressing against her pussy. I could not pull back to hit her. She had started. The three of us slipped into one of the buildings and made our way up the stair case. As we reached the top floor Paul D. moved a large plank over the stair way and blocked it with some two by fours that was braced against the wall. We went through the first apartment, in one of the rooms in the closet, there was a hole that went to the next building. Once in the next building I looked out into the stairway, to my shock there was no stair way, just a vertical hole that stretched from the. Only, of course, it wasn't my - 'immaculate garden'! I'm not much of a gardener at the best of times, especially when the surf is up. Someone had certainly paid my domain a visit and given it a bloody good once-over; or maybe even two once-overs. However, I noted that some of Sylvia's rose bushes were missing."Jesus bloody wept, what's happened here!" Douglas had also noticed the change in ambiance."What's wrong?" Ciera asked.Doug and I explained, and all three women started laughing. Then they.