” “And what did you want to do tomorrow?” “More of the same,” I answered. “Precisely,” she said. “You’re a guy; you always want sex...and we’ve fucked each other silly before, especially when we’ve had the opportunity to be alone in the house like tonight. I knew exactly what you were thinking.” “And?” I asked, sipping my wine, interested in where she was going with all this drama. “You either wanted to do what we did last time we had a few days alone. Or you wanted me to arrange another. It had been a long time. She and Jo were going through one of those patches again. Those taken for granted ones. Those boring, same old, same old patches. Jo seemed absorbed with his job and she had recently lost her part time one. It was nice to be wanted but she also wondered if Sal had not had something to do with it as well. Sal liked to flirt. She liked to wear very tight jeans or skirts of a shortish length. “I like giving men a boner,” she had told her once. She looked up at him again.. He gripped my hips and fucked me so hard. He pounded me with that amazing cock. I loved every second of him thrusting away at me.He buried into me over and over again. He fucked me with such passion. I loved him hammering my bowels, but his lusts were still burning with anger. He needed more. I had to give him something else.I glanced at his sister watching and slammed my desire into him.“YEEEESSSS!” he growled and grabbed his sister by the waist.She gasped as he lifted her up in the air. His. After about twenty minutes, I stopped at Hinkley’s General Store and asked the old gray-haired guy at the counter if he knew the best way to find Route 195. I knew that was a more direct way to my cabin than the winding, haphazard way I ended up at Maggie’s. He told me how I should go. I thanked him and bought a pack of mints. I wasn’t hungry after that big breakfast and thought I’d be home in two hours or so. I took off the way he told me and my mind was swirling with all that had happened. I.