I was feeling very receptive to being truthful, 'I was so full of my own shit', I confessed openly, 'every man I caught looking at me was always the s...me, he wanted to fuck me and all I had to do was nod'.He still smoked and lent on his side fingering my pussy, so starved of attention for nearly three months, so I let him as he moved in and out of my warm orifice, 'You are making me want another session', I warned him as my body moved with his finger.We kissed and that was when it happened, his. " That's where the summer elite play and some live year round.I'm not going to name everyone who had vacationed over the years. Just about anyone who has been anyone has spent some summer time here. I've personally seen the likes of Natalie Wood, Lorne Green, Ron Silver and many more partying the summer away in years past.Guy Lombardo had his headquarters here and lived in his later years in Freeport. Billy Joel calls Long Island home, to mention someone you might know.But as I would guess,. Phyllis put his arms around him and hugged him close. Then he came back and sat down next to me on the bed and lazily finished his cigarette, deeply staining it with his bright red lipstick. Watching him, I almost orgasmed in my pants, he was so sexy and more attractive to me than any woman I had ever seen. It was all so erotic and I was falling under the spell of the two femmy men in the bedroom. He finished his cigarette and exhaled the last of the creamy smoke right into my face....God, it. Some of the rooms still have velvet curtains from like the Civil War, and huge canopy beds. The house has been expanded over the years, so the layout doesn’t make much sense. Big rooms, little rooms, twisting hallways, staircases… there’s even a rumor about a secret passage, and then there’s the enormous cellar area underneath as well.And the attic, but nobody goes up there.The storm rages outside the house. It’s cold and miserable.Inside… it’s just another Friday night for CCL. No classes.