Like a whiny kid you acted more depressed than usual whenever your wife came home from work, you let your stubble grow out into a beard which you knew...your wife hated, you tried to nudge her to want it, as you showed her you and your siblings childhood photos... photos usually taken with the beautiful cabin as a backdrop.After three weeks you and your wife were now spending every other week at your dream cabin and with the rest at your house in the city.You yourself loved it but... your wife. I was so happy to be taken in by Kate and Pierce after my mother passed away from her battle with cancer. I was also ecstatic to have been found attractive to the young ones who had made me a lover at times, right here in this stately home. I was now twenty-four years old, going on twenty-five. All of the children in the family were older than I. In fact, the oldest, Forrest, was now thirty-two years old. He was taking some vacation from his employment in New York to come celebrate with his. "Hey John," she says as you enter, "you just missed the best part," she says as she runs her thumbs under her bra straps. "I have your money."She hands you a thick envelope and you don't have to be great at math to know its way too much."Luna," you say, "this is way too much." I put the next two months in there," she says with a smile, "give me a heads up when I need to pay you next and I promise I won't owe you again." Thanks," you offer weakly, now you really don't want to kick her. ” Alistair remained silent. “You have an erection don’t you?” Alistair looked down. His bulge was prominent. “Yes.” “Is that because you know what I am going to say?” Julie asked. “Yes.” “And what am I going to say then?” Alistair looked across his room. His door was ajar and people were passing. “Difficult to speak is it darling?” “Yes it is.” “Well darling,” Julie said, “The one sharing my bed will be the one with the biggest cock.” Alistair gasped loudly, surprised not by what.