Entering the bedroom I saw Peggy had dimmed the lights and had opened a bottle of champagne. My cock was standing tall as I got between the sheets, re...dy for my surprise. I jumped as my leg and ass lay against a large wet place in the bed, "Geez, honey. What did you do spill something in the bed?" "No, Why do you ask?" she was teasing me now. "Well, someone spilt something here and since you're the only one here..." Stopping my sentence Peggy said still teasing, "Well it's true I'm the only one. As Lance and I tripped the light fantastic there was a tendency for us to pinball from one encounter to another too frequently for it to be entirely accidental. When I was tight with Lance there were exploratory touches to my butt. When we were swinging apart hands brushed my tits, even my pussy. More than once I had to extract an excessively adventuresome digit from my recesses.Then there were those boys who were more than eager to make my acquaintance by cutting in on us -- much to their. On the drive to Stanton, out of curiosity, I asked Eliza, "I understand there used to be a family that lived on the property you own on the other side of the mountain. Benson told me their name was Finnerty."Eliza elaborated, "They were decent folk, but had a boy who wasn't all there. Their elders came from Atlanta during the Civil War. Their luck wasn't any good at all, as the folks died off from the flu, then a fire took the boy. The girl showed up dead at the bottom of the mountain a few. I got Marti downstairs as quietly as I could. She started waking up as we entered her bedroom. I felt the heaves starting again. I got her to the toilet just in time. There wasn't much left in her. She passed out again when she was done. I listened for footsteps on the stairs. There weren't any. I tried to wake Marti. She stubbornly refused to wake up. I got to work cleaning her up as we sat on the bathroom floor. My back was against a wall and I had Marti sitting on the floor between my legs.