Around about this point, though, the phone rang. Conditioned to always answer a ringing phone, I picked up."Jones residence," I answered."Is Dierdre ...here?" a female voice inquired."She doesn't live here anymore," I responded. "Sorry about that. Take care." Are you just going to hang up on me?" she asked. "Don't you want to talk?" WTF? This might be interesting. "So you're no longer renting out?" Just so you know, I was burned pretty badly by her and her boyfriend, so I'm not looking to. Wood turned back into the house.Michelle was reading a magazine, her shapely legs parted and a lot of creamy thigh showing under the hem of her short skirt. She had never adapted to wearing clothing more suitable for life in the wilds. She wore boots, but they were fashionable ones. She always wore a garter-belt and stockings.Wood thought it was kind of absurd – but it turned him on, too.She glanced up from the magazine. She was a pretty girl with high cheekbones and a heavy mane of auburn. Quiet snores issued from the other. Bathroom chores out of the way for both, they sprawled in each other’s arms on the double bed Sue doing her best to get Ernest’s penis back into shape. Between his ardor for her and her expertness, she succeeded within a few minutes. ‘Ernie, let me put one of those things on you so you can fuck me again. I want you inside me.’ ‘Do you think Frank and Sally will hear us?’ ‘So what if they do. They have it figured out already. Besides, I’m sure they’ve. Emily looked around and Corey noticed her smile just before she said, "Maybe we can find a couple cute guys for the night." Corey blushed and Auntie Em only laughed more. Taking another drag on his cigarette, Corey looked at his aunt, then around the bar that they'd just entered. It was the first time that he'd ever been in such a place and was curious. Looking around he saw a number of men and women sitting on stools, chair and standing around a couple pool tables. A number of them were.