"Do you think maybe Wayne's a terrorist?" I asked."Could be," said Sherwin. "Maybe he's training his daughter to become a terrorist as well."One morni...g I woke up really early and decided to spy into Wayne's house. Erika and Wayne were at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Even though the spy camera was in the living room, the kitchen was still visible. Wayne started telling his daughter inspirational stories about successful businesswomen but the conversation soon drifted to Wayne's youth.. Kristen said, “I didn’t even notice what you are talking about, and I’m sure nobody else would either.” Cindy stood up in front of us and pointed to her pussy. “See what I mean,” she said. We all stared at her pussy. I said I liked it, and Kristen said that she thought it looked cute with her little lips peeking out. Cindy spread her legs a bit further in front of us, placed her hand on the top of her pussy, and pulled upward, so that she could see it herself. She told us that she was glad we. “What did you call me?”“Um ... Allie. I’m sorry if you don’t like it...”“In all the time you’ve known me, you’ve never shortened my name, given me a nickname, called me by some little endearment. Why now, Tony? Why now?”“I felt ... I’m sorry ... I just...” I wasn’t being very clear and I was probably sending messages that were as mixed as what I was feeling inside. “Geez, Allison, I don’t know.”“Don’t stop!” she said, turning fully toward me and pressing herself against me. “Please don’t stop. The evidence of my eyes said there was no snow. I had dug piles of it, with considerable effort, at this very entrance, less than an hour ago! Now... Nothing. I cautiously looked around. I listened and sniffed for smells. People seldom realize the power of smell.I saw hoof prints on the ground, and knelt to consider them. There had been two horses here, not long ago. I took off my left glove and felt some horse dung with my left hand. It was still moist, which meant it was not more then a few.