Melanies pussy was insatiable. It needed filling—there was no other optionshe needed to fuck, to fuck a lot, and I had accepted that, a bit reluctan...tly at first, but, over the years, I had come to relish her wanton ways. I guess it had something to do with both of us getting started so earlyespecially for her, she was barely in her teens when I first slid my dick into her girl-gash. All of these thoughts were running in wild circles in my head as my tongue searched through every fold of her. I turned my head and immediately felt the warmth return to my body as I took in the sight of the woman sitting in the chair. The perfect face, right out of a women catalogue was looking at me. She must have been mid-twenties I guessed as I observed her. Her blonde wavy hair was styled to perfection as she sat there. Her legs were hiked up sideways in a big armchair as a big white bathrobe was draped around her body.“Oh, I’m so sorry. How rude of me,” I said. I walked over to the woman and. "What?" I asked."Just watch," she whispered.Cindy and I sat in the dry grass at the edge of the clearing. The quietstillness drew our attention to the tree in the center of the clearing.Every sense I had, became more aware of the part of nature we werewitnessing. Subtle aromas of dry leaves and grass permeated the air webreathed so quietly. Every movement of every leaf drew our watchfulgaze. Finally the moment Cindy had brought me to witness, our reason forbeing here, a bird flew into the. But, then, as she returned to the living room, she could hear something rattling upstairs. All of the lights were on, stairs, landing and her bedroom. The noise was coming from the other side of the bedroom door. Now she was getting worried and gingerly pushed the door with her foot, leaning backwards, ready for flight.Her bedside alarm clock had fallen off the dressing table, the rattling was the vibration of the clock bouncing on the laminate flooring where alarm and vibrate were both.