For the lack of a better term it was an inside bank job. It was next to Jeanna’s oil and natural gas dome property. Midwest Bank held the paper on i....It was a four thousand acre corn farm and according to seismic testing, there was no oil on it. When news broke of oil with producing test wells on Jeanna’s massive property, investment firms from Wall Street went crazy buying property in the area while paying horrendous prices. Now they were panic selling. It seems there was just one large dome. Ally would come down watch TV and hang out. Sometimes we even studied. One night we were laying on the bed I was propped up and she had her head against my chest. Her ass was tight against my cock and I could feel a lot of her. I was wearing sweatpants and no underwear like usual. She had on a lower cut top and from where I was sitting I could see right down her shirt. She was not wearing a bra which was quite brazen of her, I couldn't quite see her nipples but I saw most of her breasts. Of. She took the ice pack and walked out into the living room and collapsed on the couch. She dabbed the cold on her head and face. It felt so good! The heat of the air was already attacking the ice, and the towel started to get damp both from the melting ice and her sweat. She set the towel down next to her and reached inside for a cube. It was impossibly cold in her fingertips. She brought her hand up and touched the cube lightly to her cheek and slowly traced backwards toward her ear. She closed. With both of us tearing, we said goodbye.With my head in my hands, I burst out crying. It was all so bittersweet. Here I was married to Phillip and without him, in love with Karl and fucking him, in love with Rebecca and not being able to have her. And, now, Gerald was back in my life! My entire psyche was re-ignited with my feelings for Gerald…how much I had loved and cared for him five years ago…how I had regularly thought about him and reminisced our lovely affair over and over in my mind.