Could trees actually be able to communicate? Or was this some sort of psychological warfare by people who could send signals into the wood? The buzzin... seemed to grow in strength as I approached a crook in the trunk, and much to my surprise, I found an old flip phone getting a call. Fear and excitement coursed through me as I tugged it out of the crevice. This could either be a really bad thing or the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Was I finally getting recognized by some. I looked into her eyes, which were lost in another world, and waited for a response. After a moment or two, she looked up into my eyes questioningly, and I smiled mischievously at her. Her look of confusion vanished, and what replaced it told me that I’d better come through for her if I wanted to leave there alive. Then she said ‘Fuck me!’ in a husky, basic, urgent voice. I don’t think a woman has ever said a sexier thing to me. I felt my cock pulse in anticipation. At that moment, I wanted. Heather was not concerned with anyone walking in as she had remembered to lock the office door. Heather steered Sandy over to the sofa in her office and pushed her back onto it. Sandy lay back and let Heather have her way. Heather pulled Sandy’s panties down and off of her shapely legs and then she buried her face in Sandy’s pussy. Sandy was incredibly turned on and she knew that she would orgasm quickly. Heather found Sandy’s clit and she nibbled on it as she fingered Sandy’s cunt. Sandy was. Including in my room when I went to hide in it.At least, James was in my room.He was definitely the last person I was expecting. Especially there, in my room. With my loose floorboard propped up, and one of my magazines in his hands as he flipped through it. An old issue of Playgirl.I swear I about had a heart attack. The only person who I was 'out' to in my family was my sister. Not even her husband knew. I'd had those magazines stashed away for over six years and my very nosy mother had yet.