Supposedly the last tenants, the victims of the double murder suicide had chosen to only use the dining room set. Robin had all the other furniture stored in the large barn behind her house, then moved it all back in once the former tenants things had been removed.

She hadn't wanted to admit it to Eric, but she had inquired about the bed in her room being brand new. She left hers behind to get rid of the memory of two decades of being with Steven. She had no desire to lay in someone else's memories, especially those of an unhappy couple. Seemed like that's all that had lived here for some reason.

There was a staircase that led to the second floor which contained three bedrooms and a master bath off what was going to be her bedroom that featured a large hot tub. Emma couldn't wait to take a nice long soak in that tub.

She thought about telling Eric she was heading upstairs, but then felt foolish. There was no one here and she refused to act spooked or worse, act like some hapless female.

Emma walked up the stair case, her hand trailing along the ornate hand carved railing. There were slightly discolored squares on the dark paneling along the way where artwork had formerly hung.

When she reached the landing, she stopped and cocked her head. She had sworn she'd heard something. Emma remained still and wanted to smack herself when she noticed her heart beating faster. Fucking Eric and his lame curse comments.

Emma noticed the door down the far end of the hall which led to her bedroom was closed. There was a small door along the corridor wall which she knew was the second entrance to the master bath. She would have to remember to lock it if she wanted to soak. She didn't need Eric wandering in on her.

The door half way down on the right side would be Eric's room. The furniture wouldn't be coming until tomorrow so he would most Likely sleep on the sectional downstairs tonight. The door closest to her was the smaller third bedroom where a guest could stay if they ever had one.

That door was partially open and as she slowly walked down towards her room, a sound reached her ears. She stopped in her tracks. That wasn't nerves; that had been real. A moment later she heard it again.

It sounded like a low groan and was definitely female.

"Robin?" She called softly from just outside the door.

She received no reply other than another moaning sound. Had she fallen and hurt herself?

Emma eased the door open and her eyes widened.

Lying on the side of the small twin sized bed was Robin. Her red sundress pushed up over her hips and a man Emma assumed, or at least hoped, was Cliff, kneeling between her thighs.

One of his large hands had Robin's panties to the side and the other was between her thighs and moving back and forth as he fingered her.

His face was buried between her legs, and Robin was staring up at the ceiling moaning.

She'd pushed her dress down and her breasts were exposed. They were large and milky white, and she was tugging on her pink nipples. Her legs lifted and she placed her feet on the man's shoulders.

He was completely dressed as was Robin technically, but her dress at this point was pretty much gathered around her waist to bare all.

Emma swallowed hard and backed out of the room. More correctly, she told herself to back out, but remained standing there, watching.

Emma hadn't had sex since a few months before Steven's death and her body had made her acutely aware of that. In addition to her two failed dates she'd tried a one night stand, and that had started well and ended horribly.

That led to her masturbating like a horny college coed, and watching porn far more than she'd care to admit to anyone. The scene before her was sexier than any porn she'd watched because it was real.

Robin's long auburn hair was fanned out on the white sheet and her eyes were only partially open as were her lips as she moaned softly.

The look of pleasure on her face caused a warm sensation to stir between Emma's thighs and she was aware of her nipples stiffening.

Her own lips parted as her breathing picked up in time with Robins now louder and more frequent moans.

"Right there, oh, right there. Oh, Cliff that feels so good." Robin released that last word in a sexy purr that made Emma recall her own sighs and moans when Steven would work his talented tongue between her thighs.