She clamped her legs around Gwen's head as the waves of pleasure swept her quivering form. Gwen tasted the salty effusion that filled her mouth and co...ered her lips. Her head was still tightly clamped when she heard the door open. Her efforts to move were thwarted by the tightly locked legs."Miss Markham," a male voice intoned. With a giggle, Marcie released her. Gwen turned around, sex juices smeared around her mouth and nary a thread to cover her body. She was the picture of a wanton young. Tom squatted and looked at this strange shallow hole.He walked around to stand beside the foot prints, not wanting to disturb them until he knew what had happened here. Squatting down in the same manner as the footprints, feet apart, he leaned forward, putting his left hand in the sand with fingers spread.The other mark in the sand was about two feet from the handprint. Was that a knee that pressed here? Too small, maybe the person had stepped forward with the toe of his right boot then stepped. Just be sure to be out before one. Mom has a therapy session then.’ ‘A what?’ ‘She’s been seeing a therapist to help her getting over dad fucking her secretary and leaving.’ ‘I didn’t know therapists made house calls.’ Amanda walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower as she talked. ‘Dr. Maddow does, but he charges you for his travel time. Only clients with money to burn, like my mom, can really afford him, but he comes highly recommended by several of her friends.’ She looked at herself. Like all the other women, once she was lying next to her husband in bed she returned to a conscious state, remembering the vivid dream that had made her so completely aroused. She would fuck her husband’s brains out in the morning. With all the women safely back in their own homes, John asked the men to return to their cars and wait to see if anyone tried to leave. He and Dinah had unfinished business. What both men heard in John’s voice scared them. They had never heard that tone before nor.