I was pissed. Not at her, at us for committing another bonehead. We should have slept in shifts. “Doesn’t matter,” I said. “We won’t be bac... this way again anyhow.” Me and Jake pulled on our pants all shy-like under the sheets, and then Jake asked Mrs. Periwinkle if she knew how to cook. “Do I look like I’d know how to cook?” she said. Jake fried some bacon in a skillet on the hotplate, then scrambled some eggs in the fat. The three of us sat there in the main room with our plates on our. Sealing his bite, he nodded his understanding and drug himself and Talon around the corner and out of sight of the confrontation."I don't think so, child," Marcus was saying as I returned to his side."Child?" A slight movement that might have been a shrug. "To some, maybe, but I have done more in my years than most can claim, no matter how long they live." Snobbish and proud, she laughed, an annoying, tinkling sound that people associated with high society but always just made me want to smack. His hard cock throbbed in his hand as a jet of hot sperm shot from him. Valerie moaned deeply and stiffened, her orgasm peaking as Greg shot more cum onto the white curtain. He thrust his hips forward, imagining he was plunging his cock into Valerie's throbbing pussy. His cum dribbled over his fingers as his body quivered. "Oh, Valerie," he whispered, and thrust forward again, milking his cock. Valerie pulled her hands from her crotch and stretched herself flat. She was panting, and Greg. Not in an overt/obvious way mind you, but I could feel the heat if you know what I mean. It was a fast dance, but she would swing in close, touching me briefly, making eye contact, and the message contained in her gaze was unmistakable. At first I was confused by it all, the feel of her brushing against me, the smell of her perfume, the wispy softness of her long hair as she swung it around in a seductive manner. But eventually I became aware that I was responding to her. That feeling down.