Arthur Avenue was an Italian neighborhood in the Bronx known for its many restaurants and stores. I drove across the 145th Street bridge and on a whim... I turned south on the Major Deegan Expressway. Judy asked to play the radio and she came up with Carly Simon’s “Attitude Dancing.” I thought it wasn’t Simon’s best song. However, every straight man in America loved the cover of Playing Possum - and some who weren’t straight probably appreciated the aesthetics of it.Judy seemed relaxed as we went. “Oh, Uncle Brett, you are such a tease,” Stephanie said as she blew him a kiss as the girls headed upstairs.As Brett entered the kitchen he dropped his briefcase when he saw his wife. His normally conservative wife was bent over the stove with her little ass sticking up in the air barely covered by the shortest dress he had every seen her wear. Her curvaceous legs were accentuated by a pair of extremely high heels that thrust her nearly naked ass up for inspection. He felt his cock immediately. You always get on the train, half smiling, miles away. I know you're name. I've heard you answer your phone. You make me crazy with lust and I'm invisible. Do you know how sexy that is? I crave the opportunity to make your skin tingle, to find your hidden heat. When you turn away from me and your hair sways, I can smell your shampoo. I imagine finger-fucking you, naked. Your expression clotted with lust, begging me remember to enter you once I have released the delicious pleasure of your. After about ten hours in the car, a couple of stops, and a pee break on the side of the road (I couldn't quite make it to the gas station - this got the girls dying laughing in the back seat), we finally made it. Checked into the rental place, and got the keys to our cabin. We knew we'd be there for six days, and I was so damn excited I could barely control myself.Going into the cabin, it was heaven. A full kitchen, pool table, air hockey table, satellite TV, a couple of huge ass couches in the.