I facepalm as I watch after Timothy’s departing figure. If he’s in love with Nance, I don’t think that seeing or hearing her being f*ucked by Charlie is a good idea. I groan in frustration and then stand up. D*amn it all, and yet I run after him.
I turn the corner and then I see him, Timothy. I sigh as I approach him. He’s frozen on the spot and I know the reason why. Nance’s moans of pleasure can be heard from the tent. I can even hear the sound of flesh hitting another flesh. I smirk. So, Charlie is not a screamer, huh? Maybe, she really ain’t that good.
I touch Timothy’s shoulder, and he jumps. He looks at me. He’s distraught and shaky. I look at his crotch and prevent a smile from forming. I can definitely use this situation.
Timothy sees what I am looking at and covers it. “It’s… a
