"Get out." Neither man knew Connie was in the living room until she spoke. Her face was pale, and she crossed her arms to hide her trembling hands. Ro... looked up, realized she'd heard everything he'd said, and started to sputter. "Oh, Connie, I didn't . . . I mean, I--" "Just get out!" "Connie--" Ron tried one more time. "She said leave." Simon stood up. At six foot two, he could look pretty intimidating when he wanted to, and right now, he wanted to. "Get out of here, and don't ever talk to. Well, you know how he is. Nothing new there. he replied. Wonder what happened this time, i thought to myself. I went into the house, and Jacob almost bumped against me. The guy seemed really pissed off and was heading straight to the hallway, leading to the back side of the house, where we find the bedrooms and the bathroom. I was guessing he went to his room. Hi, Auntie! I shouted to Bela as she walked towards us. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Hello, sweetie. Were you fighting with. My thoughts were in a whirl, this was crazy, it felt dirty, but equally, I knew it had felt so good. Watching her wanking herself, as I did the same, had driven me wild.A little later I heard her voice, “Hey, what’s your camera doing pointing nowhere? Like at an empty wall Katie.”I got up and moved it back to its normal position.“Oh, there you are, you alright baby? You look a bit red in the face.”“I’m fine thanks, I’ve no idea why I should look red.” That was a mistake, the lie instantly made. As I sat there eating a sandwich, I was approached by a couple of young women, who asked if they could share the table space. “Of course,” I said, and they started to get out their own meal. Jo was the taller and slimmer of the two, dark haired, and with a slim almost androgynous figure, wearing just shorts and a white linen blouse, with tight but rather small breasts which didn’t seem to need a bra, judging from the appearance of her nipples against the linen cloth. Pat was the opposite,.