And it's all my fault.And once I figured that out a few days ago, I know she noticed. I'm a bit withdrawn, and she can tell something's up. The guilt ...s good for one thing—I've thrown myself into fixing her house and helping her and Cat set up this baseball card auction.She's excited because it means she can really sink some money into the house. No more DIY project, but hiring a real electrician. She even hints at having me hire a few guys to work for me. I knows she's talking about investing. Try to imagine the irate little mobster played by Joe Pesci in 'Goodfellas, ' skillfully interpreted by a willowy brunette wearing revealing silk pajamas:"You lookin' at me?!" Yeah, I'm lookin' at you ... you wanna make something out of it?"She gave me a smile, the one that never fails to make me feel like a lucky guy. "I guess I'll let it go this time. So how's the writing going? Any response from your latest story?" As a matter of fact, yes. Good response." I thought so - you're looking. Can you put some numbers on that?” By this time he was erect and she guided him into her scissors style so he could stroke slowly as they talked. He took little sucks of her nipples too.“You and my other boyfriend get with me about as often currently. I don’t keep a journal but maybe we can do some mental math. Rough guess is I’ve sex with 50 to 60 different men in fifteen years. I get laid at least 300 times a year including extra for those days when there are doubles like today. That gives an. As if it were scripted, we all lift her arms and legs and place her in the sun, on the nice soft, cool grass. May sighs, and although she could cover herself, she lays back and relaxes.Gill takes the ropes tied to her wrists and ties them to the base of a summer table, fixing it to the bench legs. He leaves her arms a little loose and I see that May does not even try to oppose us. She looks so good, laid like this, her arms above her head, but so limp. It was easy to pull her legs open too..