‘For real this time… not just a quickie … and not here in the kitchen… ‘ ‘Oh yes, very much. I’ve thought about just that so often.’ I...answered gently. She took my hand and led me through the hall and into a bedroom at the rear of the bungalow, it was obviously a guest room. There was a double bed and a chest of drawers and several stacked packing cases, the bed was made up but was obviously disused. ‘I’m not a slag, you know. I won’t take you into Jocko’s bed.’ She seemed to have a need to. I glance form one to the next, seeing the lust forming in their eyes and feeling my own excitement growing. “Not much else to do here,” said one of them, “I guess we’ll have to go to work on you.” I smile and hum, running the tip of my tongue over my lips. They unbutton the shoulder straps of my dress and it falls to the floor letting my naked breasts into the open air. Hands cup and squeeze my tits. Fingers roll my nipples. Hands fondle and squeeze my ass. I feel hands gripping my wrists,. Besides, while clearing out all that deadwood I saw plenty of evidence of ice storm damage. I figured on losing power during the winter at least once a year--when I could least afford it.I arranged for an electrical service to be installed and got a postal delivery address. I then went back to the contractor to let him know I needed a postal delivery box installed as soon as possible and what to put on it.Whew! What a day! My last stop was a grocery where I filled the jeep.Back at the farmhouse. I could tell Ginsberg was suffering. Midway through class he finally gave up and pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing a gorgeously toned body marred by a lot of nasty looking scars.Finally, class ended. "We're playing volleyball," Tom said, "want to join in?" Sorry, I've got class. I'll be back around eleven."They were still playing when I got out of class. Ginsberg had kicked off his flip-flops, revealing wonderfully high arches. I watched them play until it was time for lunch, which.