” she began to protest. “You promised me, Claire,” I insisted. She sighed then, with many long breaths and pauses, reluctantly told me about...her day. After the previous evening’s close encounter, Tuesday night for Claire had been filled with erotic dreams. She couldn’t or wouldn’t tell me the details but when she woke up on Wednesday morning and gone into the shower, she had felt a heat between her thighs that she hadn’t felt for a long time. She had managed not to touch herself, hoping. “Living dangerously,” I said. “Anyone could have walked off with these.”Liz shrugged.“It’s not like I have my passport in there,” she said. “It’s just clothes and none of them have my name on them. Ryan was careful to make sure we weren’t followed. The last thing I wanted to do was to steal this place from you, too.”“You didn’t steal anything,” I said. “Anything I’ve lost has been given away. Where’s Ryan?”“He’s already on his way back to Nashville,” Liz said.“What if I would have told you to. Things had changed from the last time. She had taken off her top and her tits were pointed at the sun. I had to be careful not to be seen and startle her. While on her back, she began to cup and rub her breasts. Her hands were busy all over her body. She enjoyed playing with her tits and her hands started to move to her crotch. I observed her having little orgasms and knew this was not her first time for solo sex. Quietly, I slid away and went into the house. About two days later, I was. All over the bed," he announced with a grin. "Had one of those yard-arm situations that call for a woman's loving attention."She thought of asking why he didn't go to the bathroom, but instead, said, "The mornings are too nice to waste, Jay. I just can't pass them up... a holdover from the farm, I guess."He dropped heavily into a chair and yawned again, scratching at his head. "Man, I drank a boatload last night. I need a pound of bacon and half dozen eggs to absorb it. Lots of hot coffee, too,.