“Man! Can she cook?” I asked as I savored the food.“She sure can,” Melody answered. “Better tell her.”“Wendy!”“Yes sir?” she answe...ed from the kitchen door. She looked like she was afraid something was wrong.“Come here, Tiger,” I said. She approached me. I put my arm around her waist. “Have I told you how much I like your cooking? Every time you do something, I’m just amazed. This is so good.” I pulled her face down and kissed her. She pulled back.“Thank you, but this is Melody’s day,” she. She held my hand to her bosom and smiled. "I will be your farm manger, who comes to visit from time to time with ledgers under his arm. Have you a spare room where I could stay?" Six," she said, licking her lips, eyes alight, as eager as I was. She sucked my fingers one by one.She told me how to find her house and the address of the church with the randy rector, and I promised to see her at dusk. We parted and I watched her walk away, my prod hardening in anticipation at the rolling movements. He was moaning constantly as he fucked her, pistoning his cock in and out of her. She knew her juices were flowing over his heavy balls, dripping onto her towel. She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on before. She grabbed the lounger with both hands to hold on as he fucked her. His balls continued to slap her clit, and she felt her orgasm sweeping over her like a whirlwind. Tingles raced through her body up from the place where his cock was sliding in and out of her. She cried out,. .. intense. No matter; it was just a dream, after all.He rolled over, and tried to get back to sleep.The next time he awoke, it was to the shrill voice of the telephone at his bedside. After a quick grope with his head still stuck in the pillow, he grabbed the reciever, and gave a muffled "Hello?" Jeremy Kilborn?" The voice on the other end was officious and very, very serious. Jeremy sat up, not quite knowing what to expect, but fearing the worst."Yes - speaking." This is Dr. Richard Epphardt,.