There was one more item on the list to wrap up the year: the season-end staff party at Al's the next night. Everybody who had been at the staff meetin... would be there, of course, but so would most of the summer boatmen and swampers within reach, many of the people from other companies who had filled in for the odd trip or two, a few former boatmen like Michelle's parents Pat and Rachel, and other friends or people who had made contributions to the season. Randy would have been welcome had he. Her hand was around my cock again tonight and she was starting to stroke me. I could quite easily have just lain back and let her continue. “I could help you write a cuckold story,” she suggested. I did write erotica and she would help me out occasionally with a woman’s perspective on romantic erotica. “How?” I asked her. Trish reached up and kissed me, “I could help you experience the feeling of being cuckolded,” she said as she slowly stroked me. “I don’t actually mean go the whole way. A small kitchen took up the wall to my left. Above the kitchen was the loft where the giant king sized bed lay, and where we spent most of our time on our weekends here. To my right was the an igloo style fireplace, it's burnt orange color nearly factory fresh as the day it was bought in the 70's. At the far end, the door to the bathroom, an addition built about ten years ago."You know the drill buddy. Strip, no clothes once you're here," Leo said. His shirt already off, revealing his hairy. That's what's so funny about this whole thing, you see. I met her at a bus stop, and I found out about her affair on a bus. How's that for vicious irony?Well, anyway, I was standing there waiting for the 14 when this absolutely gorgeous creature comes pelting up the sidewalk, hair flying behind her with an oak leaf caught in it, big breasts bouncing and she says: "I didn't miss the 14, did I?" No, you still got lots of time," I said back, pretending not to ogle her."Oh, good, I just moved here.