Didn’t take you long to forget all that guff you spouted at me about wanting me back and nothing would stand in your way, did it?”Carol bristled. ...��You sent me an email telling me to forget you, if you remember, and anyway it’s a bit hypocritical coming here when you’ve got a girlfriend of your own at home. I know all about Tracy. So go home to the little tart and leave me alone.”“You’re the slag Carol. You knew I had been lied to about the midsummer’s party and that I thought you were with. We have a great connection, helping to fill the void when our respective spouses fail to do so. Earlier I wrote her saying, “My cock is dripping at the thought of you.” I just received her response to me. “Mmmmm, what a lovely thought to get my day started. I would love to experience that first hand, to take you in my mouth and drink you in. You drive me wild!” I was really worked up now. My breathing was heavy and my dick was full. I continued writing the hot story until my wife was due to. It was at this point, as Diana was chanting the Latin invocation to raise the centuries dormant Spirit of the Old Wood, that the careless and incompetent Captain fell clumsily against the Control Panel, switching off the cloaking device and bathing the Old Wood in a light as bright as a Midsummer day. Thirteen terrified young ladies emerged from the wood manifestly seized by pure terror and made for the shelter of Diana's cottage. Six cats could also be seen making for safety, well ahead of the. But Saralinda could give me some of the love but not some cock...My sleep-fuzzy brain registered a noise coming from Saralinda's room. A woman was crying out her climax. That must have been what woke me. The moaning continued, muffled through the wall. I swallowed hard, and felt tears well at the corners of my eyes. It had to be Saralinda and Malia, and while I knew I had no right to be jealous, ... Well, I was alone in bed, and overtired. And, darn-it, I felt empty and abandoned.The noises.