She was different than the cookie cutter "J's." I could be pleased and happy keeping her pregnant and happy. Pregnant? Oh-My-God ... I wanted kids. My...kids, her kids, our children. Grandchildren. I wanted out children to have grandchildren. A rosy future with the money to make life wonderful. A new beginning for the house. Jess would make my house our home.Across the bridge, late in the evening ... someday someone is going to pave Main. Splishing and splashing up to the hotel and ... well, Son. She put in a third finger and then went deep into her pussy, moving them in and out. Her other hand moved rapidly across her clit. In her mind she had the stock boy’s dick in her and giving her a long and hard fuck. Her walls thickened, her toes curled. She even cried out, ‘Fuck me, fuck me,’ to the imaginary cock between her thighs. Her eyes were closed, the vision so real, that she could feel his hot cum shoot inside her. ‘Yes, give it to me. Give it to me!’ she said louder. She pumped her. There was also a tingle of excitement about who she might meet, whether she would find herself in a situation where she would let her hair down, and maybe even flirt a little – just a little. She was only thirty-six and still pretty attractive. She had nice hair, smooth skin, and she had maintained her weight, give or take a few pounds, since college. She was really looking forward to this trip. On Sunday night before she was to leave, she was packing her suitcase. Her husband Walter was. In a way I was sorry to see her go, I wasn't sure whether she enjoyed her stay for she never said very much.The weather nowadays was bitter with a north-easterly wind blowing, maybe because I wasn't up to my full strength, but I was feeling the cold now. Also I will have to start cooking for myself again now that Teresa had left.There was a frantic gathering of the essentials for the coming cold weather which will last a good six months. Everyone had been busy and stacks of cut wood was stacked.