Luke Williams was sitting behind his new counter on a high stool. He poured down his nearly-finished glass of beer, wiped his mouth with the back of h...s hand, let the stool's front legs down to the dirty floor and said, "Robert, m'boy, 'bout time you come to visit yer ole uncle. How're y'doin'?" Better, Uncle Luke," Robert said, sticking out his hand for a vigorous shake. "Better every day. How's Aunt Hope?" Seth said you was eatin' like a horse," the grizzled man said, "or was it a mule?" He. Like the rest of America, Dex, Mats and I were totally sucked into this show featuring scheming bastards marooned in the Alaskan tundra, conspiring to backstab each other in the hope of being the last Survivor and taking a million dollar prize. It was like garden variety office politics, except that it was outside and televised.They already had Survivor on, and were sitting on the couch in front of the TV. Dex was predictable in a comfortable way; everything had the prospect of being turned. Jamie bounced up and down on me, moaning and panting, while I whisper into her ear every naughty thought I can think of. "You love riding my big cock here in the laundry room, don't you? I bet you're hoping someone comes in and sees how much you love fucking me." I hear a gasp escape her lips, knowing my dirty talk is helping to push her over the edge. "Who knew that cute little Jamie was such a nympho? You masturbate every day, don't you? Hoping to get someone to fuck your tight little cunt.. The trousers were skin tight and really showed off her AMAZING butt. I assumed it was so perfect from years of riding, but that thing was fantastic, like a peach and I began to admire it more and more. Her tits were at least DD and looked even bigger on her slender frame, not to mention she always had her shirt casually buttoned, allowing them ample breathing. Along with this fantastic body she had the face of an angel. Blue comforting eyes and a thin smile. She was in her 40’s but you wouldn’t.