I cut the throttle and eased my aircraft onto the ground, stopping well short of a drystone wall, looking around for my erstwhile saviour, who was now...ere to be seen.What the hell did I do now? At least I was on the ground and safe. I cut the motor and rummaged for my mobile phone. Wouldn’t you know I had no signal? I climbed out of the cockpit and looked around, knees knocking with the release of tension; not that I could see much. I suppose the visibility might have been a hundred yards.A. Surely enough the phone rang, and for a moment I ignored it, smiling at the camera, until I reached over and clicked the speakerphone button. I turned up the volume slider, which also served to enhance the microphone. If I was to put on a show, I didn’t want my audience of one to miss it! I returned to the task and hand with renewed enthusiasm – the groans were not fake, it was just that now I was not holding back. They could easily be heard from the corridor, so now I was relying on dumb luck. Both started to drift off to sleep. I recommended that we go onto bed - which she agreed. I told her she could have the bed I would take the couch. Again she looked at me strangely. "Why would you do something so stupid? Your bed is big enough for both of us - so come to bed." Crawling into the bed next to her was so what I was hoping for but I wasn't sure how to approach. Before I could make a move I heard a light snore and looked over at Ann. She had fallen asleep. I laid there wondering what. The man looked at me with a large grin and a twinkle in his eye and said that he only makes love to a woman in his bed. It's the sweetest kind of love I could ask for. Then I asked if I wanted him to fuck me, where would that happen? Andrew replied, "anywhere but the bedroom"."Hmm, I like that idea", I replied as I leaned over to whisper in his ear. We pulled into the long driveway that had a large circle in front of the house. I looked up and asked if this was his house. Andrew said.