It was not my day. Now wet from head to toe, I was hoping for the good will of a passer-by, but I hadn’t passed a single car on my drive out here an... had not seen one as I had walked what must, by this point, have been a good mile or two. My hair clung to my face and stuck to my bare back as a mild wind began to pick up and lift the backside of the night gown. I was slowly freezing. Finally, faint headlights burst through the darkness in the opposite direction, driving towards me. I carried on. " The hired hand readily agreed and wentinto town on Saturday night.He returned around 2:30 am and, upon entering the room, he found therancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting forhim.She quietly called him over to her. He stood unsteadily before her, lookingjust a tad disheveled from his night of square dancing and revelry.Presenting a most commanding figure, she rose to face him. "Unbutton myblouse and take it off," she said with the slightest slur in her voice.. Leaving the shop, Chrissie cradled the guitar almost unbelieving of the turn-around in her fortunes; Jenni carried a large bag containing the sheet-music, both individual pieces and collections. They returned to Jenni's car and put their purchases away out of sight, sitting in the car, listening to the radio, waiting for the time for Chrissie's appointment.Chrissie was very quiet.Until, "Jenni." Yes?" Why? Why are you – not just you, but Amy and Jessica and Dave, even Alison. Why are you doing. I started wondering if she knew, would she approve. Would Jim approve for that matter? The four of us had never hooked up with one another all the time we had been friends but it didn’t stop me from fantasizing about it. One night while Brittney and I were having a marathon sex session she started trying to get me to cum and started going through her list of friends asking which ones I wanted to fuck, and my cock apparently got harder when she mentioned Brittney’s name. She paused and kept.