I ran into the horses' tack room, grabbed a bridle, and then started the run back to the house carrying it. My idea was to give any aerial surveillanc... the clear impression that I hadn't been running toward the van, but to get some strange leather straps. What could a teenage boy who sleeps with three teenage girls possible want with a strange leather harness? I thought it was a plausible cover story, plus I got to keep the leather harness to see if I could find a use for it later. It'd be more. But the wind sucked the words from her mouth instantly, swallowing them up in a swirl of snowflakes. The blinding headlight momentarily dazzled her and she shielded her eyes against the halogen glare whilst praying the biker actually saw her and did not mow her down. That’d spoil the whole open coffin service, she thought. When the bike abruptly stopped, she opened her eyes and stared at the familiar figure. It was Marc. ‘What are you doing here?’ she asked, her teeth chattering. ‘I could ask. We can pretend that you are the live in maid and bro can share your bed on a regular basis. We also need to have him tell Justin that he is his daddy. After all bro is going to be in your bed." Jenny said as she looked at the shocked Sandra."Ms. Jenny! I'm not too sure about this! What if Justin slips up and tells someone!" Sandra said."Justin deserves to know his father and besides after watching you and bro today I have something I want to try." Jenny said with smile.As Sandra listened to. I continued to sensuously stroke her until she quietly but quickly slid into her first orgasm. Ann is a quiet one, making very little sound as she sails to her internal stars. But her nipples standing out hard and long, her clutching quivering thigh muscles, and pelvic thrusts at my fingers made up for her vocal quietness. And contributed to my pleasure too; my cock was rock hard. As Ann returned to the present she asked me to go deeper. I now began to bunch my fingers together, slowly.