It was fair, she made me a little rich in exchange for screwing my lovers. I made her life bearable and she made mine bearable. It was a fair exchange... but one not made in heaven. Quite the opposite I am sure. She even helped with my adrenaline addiction. I doubt that she knew she was helping me find my place to die, as daddy used to say.It was 9PM, when I finished my shopping. I hadn't had dinner, so I went to the Pizza and Pasta Pit for take out. It seemed to be just the right time for a trip. All he could think about was burying his fat dick in her pussy. He knew that the houses on either side of the river became sparser further up, and also thought about a small, almost invisible inlet, where he could stop the boat for ‘refreshments.’ That’s where he would make his move. Naturally, if she rejected him then he would have to back off. He had a strong feeling though, that Sandy wasn’t prissy and stuck-up. He knew that she would normally not be attracted to someone like him, but. We mutually agreed to meet up in a beach resort which was about an hour drive from our place on a saturday.We were definitely nervous. Rita had mad it clear, if she does not find them attractive, we would come back. No one to force any one was the law. And in the back of our minds, we still were a bit unsure how are these folks. Anyway, we decided just to see them first and then decide. And we had intimated them this, to which they had agreed.I was in khakis and a t-shirt. Rita was in a pink. Without saying anything, she went over to the turntable and put the Vivaldi album on, took my hand and we went upstairs to her bedroom. She lit several candles and for a few minutes we stood at her bedroom window and looked out at the farm bathed in moonlight before she turned and we embraced, kissing each other tenderly, then more intensely, our tongues swirling. She lifted my sweater over my head and I took her green flannel shirt from her shoulders and we slowly undressed each other in the.