This has never really been your house, it's been our house." Melanie, we really need to talk before this gets out of hand," he mumbled."Ryan," I said...."It's already out of hand. Call me in a couple of days, Ryan and we'll talk." But Melanie," he whined."Ryan, right now, I'm very upset. This isn't the first time you've done this. Last time you swore it would never happen again. So call me in a couple of days when I've had a chance to calm down." I hung up the phone. I did call a locksmith. It. He went to his room to gather the things he required for the next step in his plan.He went out to the large barn to set up. The huge interior was freezing and chinks of fading light could be seen through the myriad of fissures, drafts circulated the area and a cool breeze whipped around him, stirring up the dusty straw that strew the floor. He placed the expensive small video camera on its tripod in the deepest shadows; he was confident that it was unobtrusive and wouldn't provide a distraction. The softness of her hair. It was in a ponytail, a blue scrunchy keeping it in place.“I - I thought you could explain. That it was just a mistake and that - it didn’t mean anything.” Her head kept turning to see me, then around again as I moved to her other side. I reached out and trailed a hand down her hair. She shivered.“Have you had sex with him yet?” Her hair was like silk.Grace shook her head. “No. He - he said he wanted to and that’s - that’s why he’s mad.”I took her by the hand and. Within a mi-nute, Keith was hard again. Desperate to orgasm, Cindy moved herself around, sitting above her friend’s boyfriend. With the men lying side by side, the two women looked at each other. Cindy watched lust-fully as Jan guided Malcolm’s penis to her vaginal entrance and slowly sunk down onto it, moving her hips from side to side as she did so. With the erection deep inside her, she watched Cindy repeat the process, gasping when she pushed down upon Keith, who cupped her pert breasts..