“I guess I’ll need to take matters into my own hands.”“Well,” said Jeff, “Tom went for a run. He should be back soon and all he has on his...schedule is a rock.”I gave him a big smile at the thought of Tom’s huge cock and slid my own hand into the slit in my robe. “Any plans for tonight,” he asked as he watched my hand moving under my robe.“Just another happy hour. I should be back here around 8 or 9,” I replied as I continued playing with myself.“Well, Tom and I may be going to a party tonight.. I played Jason like a fiddle. I pretended to be interested ineverything he was, since I already knew him like a book. We seemed tobe getting along great when out of the blue he said, "Dara, do you knowBill Webber?"I hoped I hadn't blushed too much. Had he found me out? "Um, no. Whydo you ask?" Well, he's a friend of mine and you sure look a lot like him. I mean,you don't, you know...." He was fumbling, and I took the opportunityto put my hand on his knee and kiss him. He was. "As they hugged goodbye, Frankie pulled the dress package close to hisbody. It was your typical December mess outside and he didn't want to getany moisture inside his heavy coat or his purchases.Arriving home, he spent the rest of the afternoon listening to hisinterviews of the last week on his laptop while getting dinner ready forHelen and him. He was satisfied with his material and happy that he hadsix chapters of his book ready for the editors.Things had moved along rather quickly in that. Heather told Greg what she saw and then they heard the sound of motorcycles starting up. Heather immediately grabbed her phone and called me. “The Turks are on their way back, we just heard them take off from a campground about a mile from you. They’ll be there in minutes,” she said quickly. “Tell Greg to call the others and get them back here pronto. I’ve got to go,” I said and hung up the phone. Greg was already on his cell when she got off the phone. When he closed the phone.