Panic over, I began to get the dinner going. My wife Vivian was up country for the week, visiting her little sister again as she had just dropped her ...irst sprog, so I was playing chef that week. Young Stacie had had a rough old time of it and Vivian had been (busy) running backwards and forwards to her house spending a few days with her every month for most of her pregnancy. Stacie who was ten years younger than Vivian — an afterthought their parents claimed, an accident I should really. You are safe in my cabin.’ Fully awake, Lara said uneasily, ‘How safe is safe?’ ‘Well you won’t be feeling Fred’s beard prickling into your tits or Jimmy’s pot belly pressing against you stomach and he attempts to push his little dick into you, if that’s what you mean.’ ‘I… I… thank you for saving me.’ ‘No worries.’ ‘What? I need a pee.’ ‘God, woman. I pushed you outdoors for two pees during the night. Don’t you remember anything?’ ‘No.’ ‘Do you know what time it is?’ ‘No.’ ‘God woman, don’t. As Sara finished she heard the familiar sounds of Mandy’s giggling and Roy panting. Entering the kitchen, she made her way towards the chef’s table. This time was no accident. Mandy sat on the chef’s table, completely naked, her heels on the edge of the wood, resting on her elbows. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, a look of extreme pleasure on her face. Roy too, was completely naked, legs spread wide apart, huge cock hard and bobbing in anticipation, he leaned forward, his head hidden. “Yes, well,” he said with a smile. “Let’s get down to that, your problem I mean.” Marcia blushed a little and looked down to her feet. Her body was becoming excited being this close to a handsome young man. At 45, she didn’t get very many young men. They were more interested in younger women. She was very reluctant to go into it, but with a deep breath she began. “Well, it’s my sex drive.” She said in a rush. “Or rather, the lack of one. For some reason, I can’t seem to become very interested.