Sighing, he got up and went to kitchen and opened the door of his stainless steel fridge. He took out some ham, cheese, lettuce, and mayo and made him...elf a sandwich. Then, adding a glass of iced tea and bag of barbeque chips to his wooden lap tray, he went back to the bedroom and sat down at the computer. Maybe writing a fantasy about himself and Erin would help him relax so that he could sleep.He took several bites of the sandwich, and ate several chips before he began typing.My Dearest. . then he goes faster and faster, rubbing that spot inside my pusssy..I get up and his fingers slide out of me, my husabnd comes over and I grab Mr. Black's shaft as i push my husbands head down to suck his dick, as he does, I begin to kiss my husbands mouth as he sucks his dick and I'm stroking his shaft. I stand up and straddle mr. Black over hubby's face.. I spread my pussy wide open, I make sure he gets a good look at my wet pussy right before I begin to slide down on this huge dick. . ” You’ve worked hard all these years and at last you’re being rewarded”. Phil mumbled something virtually audible about 10 days, but I was just so pleased and excited for him, excited for us both, that I didn’t even ask him to repeat his mumblings. I knew that money wasn’t the only thing in life, but over the years the mortgage had increased, the ‘k**’s’ being typical teenagers, always seemed to want more and more, placing even more strain on the family purse strings to the point that Phil had. The setting was perfect, a small log cabin tucked in a grove of trees with a view of Indian Lake. Each cabin, however, had two separate apartments. For a hundred dollars more a week I could have had a cabin without an adjoining space, but, as it was, I could barely afford this luxury. Fortunately, the apartment next to mine was empty and I was eager for complete solitude. Each cabin had a stone fire place, a sofa, a desk, a small kitchen, a tiny bedroom with a double bed. The small porch had a.