I had made it clear enough to Cassie that I was in love with Jenny and not her, hadn’t I? Well I thought I had. I tried to make it clear I was just ...elping her out. I pondered what would happen next; whether Cassie would be expecting something on an emotional level, whether me and Jenny could carry on building whatever it was we were building… I needed to go back to my room to see Jenny. If she was not asleep for the last twenty minutes then there was no way she wouldn't have heard Cassie’s. She moved herself back a bit to allow it in a bit deeper. Her hips rippled with the f***e as he moved faster, a trail of sweat ran down her back as he fucked her in the heat. “Mmmmm! Baby!” She could see his glistening cock slam in and out of her pussy in the still water of the shallow pool. Her hand gripped the wall so tight a loose stone crumbled off and fell down. It landed with a splash in the pool and ruined her view, it could be ages before it was still again and she could tell by Wayne’s. "I'm not sure why I was crying Heather; it must be that I finally havetime to really think about things. I miss my old room as I'm sure youmiss yours too."Heather wiped her tears and looked at me. "Yes, I miss my room too."Heather continued to stare at me. "You know, you're quite pretty."I blushed a little at her comment, and it made me feel wonderful. "ThanksHeather." So tell me, Nikki, how come you never told me about you?" Heather askedkindly."Scared, I guess. And I'm sorry about borrowing. Max knocked on the carved wooden door. Moments later, Sheriff Warner answered, a half empty beer bottle clutched in his chubby right hand."'Bout time. We figured you weren't gonna show your ugly little head." The Sheriff laughed, waving the bottle in Max's face, middle finger wrapped prominently around the neck.Max grunted and pushed past the Sheriff. Today was bad enough without having to deal with this pompous redneck asshole. In the living room, horns and heads covered the log cabin style.