An unusual image in a university like ours, but no one would comment or complain, I’m sure. She sat on the table in the centre of the room, her fee... dangling a few inches from the floor. She wore small heels over dark stockings. Her long, elegant legs were crossed and one foot idly tapped. I followed her legs, resisting licking my lips. A knee length pencil skirt covered the tops of her stockings; I knew they were hold-ups. I grinned to myself, feeling the hunger growing. My eyes raised a. He found the two tents and pitched them on the other side of the fire pit between the lake and the house. They could argue about who got which tent when the girls arrived. Assuming of course that the ladies wanted to sleep outside. That was another tradition, arguing over tents. The girls always won that one anyway, so he just shrugged his shoulders and resigned himself to occupying the tent the girls didn’t want. It was getting late and he was starving so he started the barbeque and opened a. I hope to get this wrapped up early, so I can be home with you sooner. See you soon. Love ya." I replied with a defeated soul, "Love you, too."I decided I wouldn't answer the phone or the doorbell until my husband got home. That was my only way to survive this. It was working then Friday came. It was about 3 pm and I heard my front door open. I knew I had locked it, so I was worried. I should have been worried because in walked my mistress. I said, "How did you get in here." She replied, "Don't. I haven't been doing anything fun really. I've had a lot going on, and just haven't had the time. Friday night when I got home from work, I just plopped down on my couch as usual. I don't know what made me horny, I hadn't been out in weeks, hadn't fucked in months, hell I hadn't even jacked off for a week, but for whatever reason I was rock hard and couldn't think about anything other than getting off. If that’s going to happen, I am going to have to get out of my house, so the first thing I am.