It had been months since her husband had touched her and the thought of another man wanting her, sent a shiver up her spine. Without thinking of the c...nsequences she immediately replied with "yes". Justifying it with the thought, after all if hubby didn't want her then it was only reasonable for her to find satisfaction elsewhere.The night had finally come after a week of erotic chatting, knowing looks at each other at the school fence. Hubby was working night shift so they arranged to meet at. When you are up against the leather covered bench I stop. You watch me, interest and heat mixing in your eyes, making me tight and warm inside. I don’t move my eyes away from yours as I slide down to my knees in front of you. I look up and my fingers hook in the sides of your trunks and pull them down. Only as I pull your jock-strap down do my eyes move from your face and I look at your delicious cock. I see it hardening in front of me, the veins swelling as blood flows down to your organ.. As we ate we made small talk and tried to find a way to break the ice. I asked him if he wanted a beer but asked for wine instead. So the two of us had a glass of wine as we finished cleaning up after eating. I looked out the big window that faced out to the West and could see cloud and darkness rolling in. I feared the storm that trapped Annie was heading to us from the coast. I settled in to watch some television and Zakk said he was going to his room to check e-mail and do home work. . Many things have happened, some of them truly awful… some are known to the media and the world outside, and of course the CCL historian—but some, no one knows about, certainly not the more than twenty women inside the house on this rainy night.Inside, the kitchen is full of delicious smells as the cook, Dorothy, prepares huge pans of chicken wings and pizza rolls for the sisters. She softly sings a song from her native Arkansas as she works busily. She wants to make a salad so some of the girls.