” James was better than I realized as he pocketed five balls in a row before scratching on the sixth. I had a pretty good buzz by then and was start...ng to feel horny from the thought of what might come next. I moved up to take my next shot and as I did, I could feel the dampness between my labia. I was about as turned on as I had ever been and as I bent over the table to take my next shot, I spread my legs slightly and pushed my ass back, giving them both a view. I made the next shot but then. The next morning they weren't doing so well, but it was always that way. It seemed it was even worse this time too. They were able to pull themselves together and clean up last night's messes but only by the hardest. It was fully two days later before all the laying around, pissing, and moaning died down.It didn't really matter much. Our new camp was well sorted out by now and most of the building was completed. We were well on our way to being ready for winter and things everywhere seemed to. All weekend. I want you to come to my house Friday night, and I never want you to leave.” “Why, Fran?” “Because I love you and I love that cock of yours, that’s why.” “No, I mean not tonight. Why not tonight?” “Because I don’t want to remember our first time together to be here on this cold hard floor after a cramp that made me think I was going to die, that’s why. I want to remember our first time to be on my bed, with silk sheets and soft music. I want it to start out as lazy and thoroughly. "More seriously, I can't cook much more than that. I know you are good at roasting chicken and grilling steaks. You make a mean roast turkey for Thanksgiving. How are you with other things?" Not so good," Frank replied. "But there are cookbooks and a huge number of recipes online. I can follow instructions." I am sure you can. We should probably divide up the work though. We should also sit and decide what you expect me to do. And not entirely unrelated, I want an allowance. You can make it.