“Wow?” she said. “Where did that come from.”“You,” I answered.“Yeah. I can see that,” Lindie commented. “You look happier than the p...overbial cat after munching on the Canary!“It’s so nice to see that smile again,” she added stroking a hand over my face. “It’s been so long. So long,” she said a little pensively and with a hint of sadness hidden behind her smile.“It’s been the same for me, Lindie. I don’t know what I’d have done if our Tree House hadn’t returned you to me.” Then in my own. I was in luck,the young girl was on her knees giving her chap a right good blowjob..her head was bobbing up and down and her hand was wanking furiously at his cock.My cock was growing at the sight and i do love to watch people have fun. I moved in closer but not too close to scare them off. I undid my shorts and got out my cock to start wanking when a cyclist rode past. I ducked down and these two stopped and looked on .As the cyclist road past the young girl looked around and got back down to. It was difficult to tell with him facing away from me, but it looked like he was squeezing an erection through his shorts. I was right: he must have needed to orgasm as much as I did. I decided to give him the green light.The room was so cramped that I was able to keep one hand on my clit and reach over to him with the other. I lifted off one of his headphones speakers and whispered, 'You know you can have your fun as well, if you want to.' Hearing my voice, he immediately stopped his squeezing. .." With that he passed out snoring on the couch.Jenny stood back to look at him. She couldn't help smiling now, sympathetic for his drunken state, knowing herself what it was like to sometimes get hopelessly stoned out of her mind. Hugh is such a big bumbling kid she mused, one of the few men I actually admire physically. But what a child, mentally. They swam together whenever she went to Brisbane on a modeling job and he was always so affectionate. When he kissed her on the lips she enjoyed.