I had given Nathan a shopping list and spare set of keys, all taken care of, like always. I turned on my new stove, to poach some eggs. That felt good...somehow. The phone rang as I was finishing the eggs, it was Jon. ‘Can you come over to the Hotel?’ he asked. ‘Sure.’ ‘Car is on the way already.’ ‘OK.’ ‘Well, I guess I can get used to some pampering,’ I thought. I stripped and put on a soft white blouse and pair of snug tan slacks, pulling one of my shawls around me. It was cold outside. I did. We were roof now what they called roof tight. Next John Jack and I wired it low voltage for lights and four 110 plugs then we put in two four piece bathrooms on each floor and made these separate rooms the rest remained open. In the center we run a chimney and the pellet stoves converted to burn chips as well. Later that week Janet and I were enjoying sex she was so beautiful her hands callused from hard work. We were in bed she was on her knees and I was fucking here from the rear. I could. She would get better with practice. Late in the afternoon, Julie became fatigued beyond continuance of her biofeedback exertions. While she preened in the bathroom, dinner arrived with No 2 wearing heels, a tight tee-shirt and baggy tap pants. Ned reached inside the pants, found her wet and ready, pulled a leg opening aside and speared her from behind as she leaned on the service cart. Ned thrust his hips and palmed her tee-shirt encased boobs. At the ultimate moment, No 2 reached back, drawing. Turner.” Amy collected herself after being overwhelmed by the reaction of the crowd. “The special faculties of the sorority are expensive, not only to run them but to keep them separate from other campus students so they don’t find out about the Cult of Man.”The crowd of girls understood this, while not all were members of the cult, all knew of it. The cult wasn’t a secret organization, but it was a private one.“The sharing of space with our brother fraternity, is to save money. They were more.