Some time later, Jennifer goes to check on our protagonists

Riding a motorcycle at night off road is not something that is recommended for anyone, certainly
not a forest ranger traversing the trails. A sinking feeling about this whole "erotophilia"
situation though drove Jennifer to ride her way to the Ravers Cabin. For some reason, she felt
the need to ensure their safety, or at least reassure them that any bizarre sights they
experience probably have an incoming explanation, if Colin can have Dr. Jefferson investigate
out here. She had a protective streak when it came to Heather, ever since that incident with
Dale and Cassidy Anderson, and her friends fell under that umbrella too, especially after the
Jensen debacle. For a nature reserve and park, Silver Lake apparently can be quite dangerous.

The lights of the cabin appeared over the rise as she past its summit, and she felt some relief.
At least it hadn't been conquered by an overgrowth of ivy or anything crazier than what she had
already seen. Pulling up by the back deck, she disembarked and let her hair swish free as she
removed her helmet.

That's when she heard the throaty moan.

The fuck? she thought. Oh don't tell me I'm going to walk in on something.

"Oh... oh Zack, yes!"

Well, that's not Heather's voice, she continued, scaling the stairs. And that doesn't sound
like Zack's other girlfriend either. Jesus. The kid needs to cool his jets, really.

Coitus interruptus wasn't an unusual event in Jennifer's career. Something about the wide open
spaces and nature around some people and they can't help themselves, especially horny teenagers.
Pulling on her most professional aura, she braced herself for breaking up yet another randy pair
of the wilderness.

However, her nose tickled with that musky scent again. It's even out here? she thought, but that observation, along with her stoic aura, melted after baring witness to the scene through the back door to the kitchen.

"F... fuck..." Zack's current girlfriend grunted from underneath him as he ravaged her on the
floor. Her pale body writhed around his thrusting cock as her head sank into a blonde mess
beneath it.

"We... we should've done this a long time ago," Zack said with a scary hoarseness filling those
words. "Shit, Ashley, why didn't we?!"

"Make up for lost time then, ohh..." One hand dug its fingers into his dark locks, while the
other held firm on a buttcheek, encouraging him to move faster.

Jennifer found herself closing her mouth to prevent any drool from escaping. A heat in her loins arose without her permission, and despite being appalled, her attention was entirely centered on Zack's hard tool. Her breasts felt heavy, with her nipples scraping into the padding of her bra, and their only relief came through kneading them. Her pussy itched with a powerful ache, only feeling better as she passed a hand over her front of her pants.

"Fuck what's wrong with me," she coughed, bending over slightly at the pain of her cunt grew further. He cursed as she fumbled with the buckle, citing her reasons as she couldn't think straight, but jamming her hand inside her panties only seemed to make her brain more clouded. Then her pointed nipples seemed like they were going to tear right through her uniform top, an a quick yank of the collar later, her heaving bosom pitched over her strong abdomen breathed the night air.

"Ahhh," Jennifer grunted, slipping a finger inside of herself. Zack kept pounding away into a content Ashley, a beautiful smile on her face. To Jennifer, it seemed like a smile of someone long denied the joys of life who could now thoroughly enjoy them without restraint or consequence. Her indulgence with Zack pleased her to no end, and, to Jennifer's surprise and alarm, she felt herself feeling the need to do the same right now.

As if on cue, a presence moved behind her. Hands found their way onto her sides, and the unmistakable hardness of masculinity poked at her pussy. A red flush came over as she turned around to face her groper.