Everyone had a good time. When we got to the top, and the sun began to go down, we had spectacular views. I would do this again. The only bad part was...we had to go back to the studio so everyone could get his or her car.On the way home, I suddenly realized I hadn’t warned Rosy of all the extra guests.“Rosy’s going to kill me,” I told Caryn.“Did you forget to tell her you were bringing extra people again?”“Maybe,” I confessed.“It’s a good thing you have a manager, or she might actually have to. Now that she knew what could be coming she was re-energized. It took another twenty minutes for to work her up another climax. It was hard work, I was covered with sweat. She had trouble breathing. By that time the pain was starting to cut through her arms and shoulders, she started to really strain. Still, the quest for pleasure in the passion, pleasure that was out there but she could not reach, was a real goal for her. There were tears but also sincere desire as she worked with me. Her body. Her view was from the foot of the bed, and she could see that there was a man and woman on the bed, their limbs entertwined, the man above, the woman on her back, her legs flexed upward and drawn back toward her chest. She could see the thick cock inserted, deeply, in the woman's glistening, wet cunt, spreading the soft folds of her furrow, the brown, round anus, darkly, below, the balls of the man hanging down from between muscular and hairy legs. The man withdrew, slowly, until she could see,. She didn't knock or anything, just opened the screen door and then the door behind that, pushing it into the dark interior."Monica?" Angela called out, not too loudly, and she turned to the left and walked down a hallway."Who's that?" I heard a woman's voice and a light came on in what must have been a bedroom at the far end of the trailer. "Who's there?" It's me," Angela said in a comfortable voice, as if she'd just stepped out for a pack of smokes. I'd remained near the front door, looking.