I don’t think we’ll have any difficulty moving into that. No ghosts from at least the last three generations live there.”“I’ll leave it to y...u, then,” Gee laughed. “I just didn’t want his ghost leaning over our shoulders while we’re making love.”The rest of the week found Gee cold and alone as he worked in the woods. On Friday, he had lunch with the children and then spent the afternoon hauling a sled down the paths and collecting cut brush to haul back out to the chipper. Saturday, he would. In a slow, lazy rhythm he was fucking me with his finger. I felt myself getting wet, lubricating his finger, letting it slip deeper and deeper into my pussy. "Please..." I whispered. "Is your cock hard?" Mike asked. "What?" Frank said. "Aren't you getting hard doing that?" Mike said. "I've got a big hard-on just from watching it." "I guess," I heard Frank saying, his finger still sliding in and out of my succulent cunt. "Shit, this turns me on!" Mike said. "C'mon, let's get our cocks out.". Marie has been bugging me for a new washer and dryer, and that’ll get her off my back. Plus, I’ll have enough left over for a big screen tv that I’ve been looking at.”I sat and stared at John in disbelief for a minute. “Ok, fine, you bring a bunch of coastal crazies up here. Then run them ragged through the hills. Get a big payday, clean clothes, a happy wife, and Monday night football. But why me? Where do I fit into this? What do I get out of this deal?”“Well, I was hoping that you could help. "We are going to have to go to my place, Jon Morgan. I think we need to spend some serious time getting to know each other a little more intimately. If you feel like I do when we kiss, then we need to get away for awhile by ourselves. What do you say after your meeting, we slip off to my house and spend the afternoon together and see where it takes us?" I don't think I've ever had an invitation like that from a beautiful woman before, Kat. I think it would be a good idea, if you can slip away.