“Alice, that was quite ingenious. What made you think of it?” Sheila asked.“Not my idea. It was his,” Alice nodded at me.“Oh,” Sheila said...as she changed to a view of our makeshift tent and the heaps of sleeping rattlesnakes slumbering against the back wall of the cavern.“All things considered, Hunter One did an excellent job surviving the storm,” Sheila said as the last images of our mineshaft survival camp played out on the huge screen.“We’ve seen how this venture ended. Now we need to know. Scans of the recordings from the other rooms were as boring as the Living Room shots. Nothing much interesting had apparently ever really gone on in their house. The garage cam showed their three cars, and reminded me that part of my responsibilities while my folks were away was to keep them spotless for when they returned from their trip.I had especially liked to drive his Dad’s Miata, but seldom had a chance. The last time I was allowed to take it out, my folks smelled beer on my breath when. When I met her there, she asked to go to a movie theater. I didn’t know I will be up for a crazy adventure ride. As soon as we went to the theater and sat down, she scanned the theater and started playing with my cock which was a surprise. Thank God it was a rubbish movie, there was hardly four people.We were in the last row corner. She was so horny and started sucking my cock. Meanwhile, she took my handled to her pussy and I started playing with it. I was able to feel her moan on the cock.. “Yep,” I lied and clapped my hands together like the perky blonde did on the TV.“I was only joking about you having a fat bottom,” she said as she headed into the kitchen. “You don’t want to overdo it.”“Fine,” I panted. It took too much breath to say more.Step up. Step down. Up. Down. Feel that burn. Don’t think about cocks. I hurt too much to think about cocks.Melinda headed by with a bowl of vanilla ice cream and strawberry syrup. She shook her head as she vanished upstairs. I was on day.