The fact is that neither couple could take a real honeymoon. The farm work wouldn’t wait and we weren’t about to ask Bud to take up that much slac... while we went off somewhere to party. Nor could Jennifer take time off so soon after getting her job. The cottage had taken a lot of resources, financially speaking, so we were too poor to go off to anyplace expensive, too. And, the fact of it was that the ability to “be marred” in comfort, without worrying about anybody catching us, was just too. I really hope you are enjoying this silly collection of saucy stories or maybe one of my other sordid tales. If you are then please let me know! Writers thrive on feedback and your kind encouragement is what keeps me plugging away at the ol' keyboard for hours on end.So feel free to drop me a quick message, shoot me an email or even buy me a coffee to let me know if I am doing well. I promise you that I am a friendly fellow. Cheers and happy reading!Story Blurbs and Statuses:Dr Zeus Mesmer's. Sheglanced at the reflection of the old toilet in thecorner, the paint peeling off the grafittied walls, andsuddenly could not believe she was doing this….She had seen the signs on the kiosks for years–“Campuscrusade, come, join the club”–but never really paidattention except for wondering how anyone in collegecould be dumb enough to add that second comma.This had all changed a week earlier. She was working inthe library when she walked by a secluded study. I certainly didn’t want to expose myself as a panty pervert. That was not the only incident I’d experienced so far in relation to her underwear. Earlier that year she had suggested I wear her bikini bottoms to go swimming while we were on holiday. We were on a day-trip in Asia and I had forgotten to take my trunks with me. Kasia had been very matter-of-fact about it, stating that she didn’t want to swim anyway, and that nobody would care. The problem was that I cared a lot, and didn’t want to.