She’d been counting on manual labor at the Arizona dig site to get her back in shape this summer. Thinking about her lost summer of Archeology sent ... sharp pang of sadness through her. Looking around the air-conditioned exercise studio, with it’s warm wood floors, gleaming exercise equipment, a beautiful view across the valley, she wondered what the hell she was doing. This experience seemed so fake and unreal. She felt a fraud, living as a toy in this rich man’s world. She was an Ivy League. I wondered if Abe was breakfast eater as well. It was not uncommon for the cuckold, after leaving his wife and her lover to have a refreshing cuppa before a final bout of sex, to return to the kitchen and make breakfast. The door was ajar as I arrived with a tray of teas and a coffee. I glanced at them. Trish was lying with him; her head resting on his chest. Her hand was under the duvet and Abe pushed it back so that I could see that she was gripping his erection. A smile lit up his face,. I was rewarded by the sight of her in a bathrobe, but nothing more. Several nights in the tree gave no better results and frequently I saw nothing at all. Still determined, I came up with a desperate scheme. I'd learned from my dad how to handle long ladders, so I began earning extra money by cleaning people's gutters. I canvassed the block where she lived and lucked out. My low price appealed to her father and one Saturday I got my dad to drop me off with the ladder. I had several houses on. " No doubt they heard us last night. This damn headboard nearly knockeddown that wall with you banging my ass last night but Trey and Towsonsounded like they were enjoying some great sex as well." They did with their bed knocking against the wall. I guess they couldn'tlet us show them up."Corey smiled, "I don't guess not." We kissed for a few minutes beforerolling out of bed to dress. We opened the door and saw the two sitting onthe couch in their underwear. Trey was fit as hell whereas Towson.