" "Well, you'll both get your chance, probably more than once, if I know Sherry." So I got ready Sherry ready to greet everybody at the door and lead ...them back to the den where we would have our fun. She was naked except for a pair of leopard-print stiletto heels. She did look good. "Is your pussy wet, Sherry?" I asked her. "You're kidding, right, look," and she spread her legs apart to show me a drip running down her left leg. "I know I'm answering the door, but who's coming, Michael, tell me. With that she went to bed. When i went to bed about twenty minutes later I noticed that her door was cracked open. Something she normally didn't do. Of course I peeked in from the darkened hallway. She had a small lamp on next to her bed and I could see she was laying with the blankets off. She also didn't have her robe or nightgown on. She was totally naked. As i looked closer I saw her hand was between her legs and she was massaging her pussy. I felt my dick starting to get harder while i. For a moment, I thought she was going to stand up and walk away. She had that look on her face that said she had allowed things to go too far, and they were not going to go any further. Our eyes were locked. She looked up and down my body once, and then back into my eyes. “Are you sure?” she asked. I nodded and bit my lower lip. “I’m so gonna get fired,” she said, and leaned in, kissing me hungrily on the lips. Her hands landed on my breasts, and massaged them tenderly as she worked. Now that. To my right I saw a cargo bag and a back pack. They both had a camouflage pattern, though the cargo bag was a heavy canvas material and the pack was a lighter material – ripstop nylon, it looked like to me – parachute cloth with a liner on the inside. They looked like the ones I remembered seeing the soldiers carrying on TV coverage of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.Along with the sound of birds and dogs, I realized after a moment, I could hear laughter – little kid's laughing, actually..