I returned home one night after playing some pool and drinking many beers to a dark house. Robert and his daughter must already be sleeping I thought,...and I walked as quietly as I could up the stairs to my room. I quickly stripped and fell into a drunken slumber.My dreams were crazy. First I am playing pool with Tom Cruise and Paul Newman, and then I am chased by a bunch of zombies that said I cheated at playing pool. Non-stop wackiness. Suddenly my dreams turned erotic. I felt myself floating. In short, a typical middle class life. I had only been married to Lois a year before the truism that men tend to marry their mothers became apparent. Lois was insanely jealous and had a violent temper. If we were at the mall or in some store and some babe walked by and I even looked in her direction Lois would have a fit.At company Christmas parties, where it was expected that you would do a courtesy dance with the other women at the table, Lois would rag on me because I danced too close with. Behind his humble little ranch, his spread extended a quarter mile further eastward, and was almost as wide as it was deep. The previous owner had once operated a moderately successful corn farm there, as had the owner before him, but the viability of so small-scale a farm had come to an end when the massive machines of Lyons-Davis Agricorp rolled into Onteora County. That didn’t matter to Allan. He’d never been a farmer. The field stood idle. In the barn beside the ranch, the tractor and. We drank water and whisky cola and relaxed for a while then looked for a spot where the four of us could play amongst the fucking and sucking people. In a disused fitness room we laid towels on the floor and pleasured each other with hands, mouths and cunts until we had all come and could no more. Occasionally people walked by the window and stopped to watch or came into the room to watch before moving on again. Another couple joined the room and silently played until she moaned so loudly.