Was it floating? perhaps even invisible as was the Olsen, hanging unseen above the farm or lake?Only the Full moon and eternal stars beckoned down fro... the dome above.In short no landmarks to guide him.He was certain at least reasonably of the east west orientation having watched the sunset a while ago.Hell, for all he knew the vista above could be an elaborate fake! A hologram or some such trickery, he couldn't be sure.That full moon hanging placidly over head might be well composed of the. “Hi Fran, how are you? This is Michael. Remember me?” “Yes, Michael, what do you want?” “But my dear Fran, is that any way to talk to your students? Especially when they have such nice video footage of you? Now, try that again, you bitch.” You moisten your dry throat and whisper into the phone: “Hello, Michael, how are you? What can I do for you?” “That’s better, Love. But why are you whispering?” “My husband is in the next room, and I don’t want him to listen in.” “Your husband?” Michael. We laid on her bed and caressed each other and I assured her most men would love that she squirted and simply adore her figure. She kissed me and thanked me for being so sweet and she went to the bathroom to freshen up. She returned in a low cut black tank top and sweat pants that did little to hide her huge ass. I was still naked on the bed. She brought a hot wet towel and had me lay on my back. She first wiped my face and body and finally my cock. She made eye contact with me the entire time.. I wanted him to have some skin in the game, too, so he couldn’t change his mind later and accuse me of infidelity. I didn’t want him taking the coward’s way out by watching, recording, and using it against me when he was tired of sharing me. I didn’t want him to get frustrated, either.“Besides, the men that I fucked tended to have wives, and why should they be left out of the festivities? I wanted to share him as he shared me. I wanted to pimp him out to my friends, too, and I did. He wasn’t.