She’d seen specialists at his mother’s urging, but it wasn’t to be. So, in many ways Robert became the child she couldn’t have. He spent as mu...h time as a youngster at the Gatehouse Cottage as he did at home. Archie would take him around the estate exploring the three-mile stretch of the River Avon that ran through the estate. He taught Robert how to fish and shoot and developed his interest in wild life.Robert finished his drink and was moving towards the staircase when he had a sudden. On one, I wrote the word “Nude.”The papers were placed in a bowl. Brad drew first. The paper was blank.Jennifer drew. Her’s was blank.Then I drew one. It was blank.Dawn let out a shriek. There was no need for her to draw.We sat quietly, staring at her. For a long while, she didn’t move. Then she rose. She pulled off her blouse. She had a white frilly bra underneath. She unbuttoned her pants and slid them off. She had on tight-fitting red panties. She was breathing heavily. We were. Still though, too much a nice guy boy scout and not enough devil may care bachelor. The furnace kicks on again and the vertical blinds move making the shadows and light dance across the ceiling. I need to get some sleep. I’m now going on thirty two hours awake and I’m still wired. I’ve got a smoking hot woman in my bed in the other room, who’s made it clear that she’s willing to bless me with a night, or rather a day to remember with some wild sex if I so desired. Yet here I am thinking that . " I answered evasively."I know - like doing two women?" She smiled."Well yes (I nodded), then there is one fantasy that really gets me going. It's kinda wild, I bet you won't expect it from me, do you really want to know." Like I didn't already know the answer."Hell yeah I want to know." She stated with piqued curiosity.Throwing caution to the wind I said simply, " My fantasy is to be fucked."There was a moment of silence, she had a confused look on her face; she was trying to understand what I.