I didn't hear Reese come out on the deck until she closed the sliding door. I didn't acknowledge her until she spoke."It's just a starting point, Grah...m," she said weakly."Tell your lawyer that he forgot to demand my testicles as well," I snapped."It isn't that bad," she tried.I pulled myself out of the chair, picked up the now empty beer bottle and walked past her without either looking at her or saying anything. I returned to my "cave" to find something to eat and try and cool my rising. He came close and started playing with my nipples. I reached down and touched my dick, then lightly took his erection in my hand. I couldn't believe it - here I was, wanking another guy. His dick felt amazing and I loved how it grew as I stroked it.By now he was doing the same to me. He knew just where to apply pressure, and wanked my cock with a confidence and tenderness that no woman had ever shown. As I was rock-hard, he turned his attention away from my nipples and, before I knew it, he. Her nipple tasted like honey upon his tongue. He sucked it in and out of his mouth, heightening the sensations coursing through Allie’s body. Looking up, Sam noticed Allie’s eyes locked on his movements. It was as if she was recording his every action, not wanting to miss a single moment. Her hot breath met the bridge of his chin. “You’re all mine, baby girl” his voice deep and intense. Allie responded by pushing her legs open a little farther, wanting him to take her. Release her. Capture and. Glen finally broke the silence by shouting, “Call the Sheriff. There’s been a murder at the Metchette place.”The man stared at Glen for a moment and then croaked, “Murder?”Glen snapped, “Yes, a murder. Get the Sheriff.”The man shouted into the house, “Honey, call the Sheriff. Tell them there’s been a murder at the...”Glen finished it for him. He shouted, “Metchette place. Tell him this is Glen Wiseman!”The man on the porch asked, “That you, Glen?”“Yes.”The man lowered the shotgun with relief..