I couldn’t help it, and I smile wide. Seeing you naked on your hands and knees framed perfectly in the diminishing sunlight like a sunbeam. “Let s...art with your back, go on lie flat for me,” I say, my professionalism taking over but allowing my libido to let slip. “Oh… fuck me.”Hearing me, you playfully laugh saying, “Yes please … Jake." You reach behind yourself undoing the chains holding your top on. Continuing to look at me hungrily as you slip the jewelry from your voluptuous breasts. "Jake. We have the house to ourselves, so we can screw if you want to, Kirk. I promise I'm serious; I'll even take off my blouse right now, do you want to see me?"I just put my hands on my face and scrubbed it for a moment. I couldn't even formulate a response, I just felt my cock get harder than a rock, but of course, my brain screamed at me too.I backed away again. "No, Danica. I promise I won't tell anyone. Just stop, I can't have sex with you. It would be wrong, and I wouldn't feel right at all.. I also asked him if he wanted the weekend to be just us solo or if he was open to more? I want to give you the option as I have a few other responses but none of them are able to host, but can get away for saturday afternoon and evening."He said he might be open to it on saturday and if the other guys are open to it, I should send him their email addresses and he would think about it after reading them. So I did just that and gave him my phone number as well so we could text easier than just. AshleyHe has been here for quite some time.The young woman thought to herself, watching the dead man swinging idly in the bitter wind. With each new gust, the rope strained and creaked; Making the corpse twist casually, as though moving in some somber dance known only to the dead. The clouds driven at a fierce pace across the face of the waning moon, dappled his mottled face in moonlight and shadow. The trees moaned in deep profound tones, stirred by the same bitter wind that moved the hanged.