That night was the epicentre. Where it had all gone so right but so terribly wrong. The untapped need unfurling over the weeks like a pirate main sail...led to the open relationship that helped fulfil what neither she nor Bob could as a pair. The experimentation. The control. The lack thereof.And then, one fateful day, Sean fucking McCarthy. Arrogant prick. The domineering, conceited, sexy bad boy prick she never truly got over from school. Calmly re-entering her seemingly stable existence again. Simon felt Mrs Benson's heart thundering in his ear as helay contentedly with his head against her chest and her breast betweenhis lips. He was too content and happy to wonder why she seemed sotired. Eventually he watched Dorie Lou's eyes close softly as she fell asleepwith her mother's nipple still firmly lodged in her mouth. Simon studiedDorie Lou's long thick eyelashes as they settled on her cheeks.'I wish I could have lovely eyelashes like hers,' he thought.With this last thought, Simon. I was greeted at the door by a very scantily clad Leslie with a big kiss, she told me to put the case in the bedroom & join them in the nice warm lounge for drinks, " oh & dont bother to dress, you know we live as you do" so with that i dumped the case & got undressed & joined them along with my gift for Shirley, she gave me a long lingering kiss which started to make me hard as i had been thinking of her all day long having no txts from her which was unusual but knowing she was in good hands i. We woke up the next morning for a quickie and a leisurely breakfast. The scenery had not changed from the time we arrived on this God-forsaken planet. It was still sand with occasional patches of a wiry grass that I wondered if it ever turned green. The only geographical point of note was the occasional sand hill or ridge that we bumped over.My AI had been keeping track of the distance traveled and our speed and I knew that we had been running for 9½ hours at an average of 43 MPH. That meant.