They kissed passionately on the lips. His arms stretched around her matronly body.“Do you want to go to the diner? I bet your starving?”“Sure.... If you want to go.”“Of course, petal."Candice followed Michael to the diner. They parked side by side and walked into the diner. They sat in their favorite booth and Marge the waitress took their order. Michael had toast and tea, while Candice ordered two eggs scrambled, two pancakes with strawberry topping, an order of bacon and sausage and a cup. Rourke and I crept away quietly and could scarce whisper to ourselves about what we had just witnessed before we found ourselves among others and were perforce required to stop. We were near what was called the bunkhouse, where the male staff had their rooms and kitchen, and several of the men invited us to lunch with them. Curious, we made our way inside, to find Jenny and Charity serving a hot luncheon in the dining area attached to the large kitchen. Most of the men came in, to wash and be. Each moment she was behind me, out of sight for only a second, I grew more tense. My ass clenched tightly and my erection bounced each time I lost sight of her. I almost couldnt take any more and wanted desperately to speak it, but finally she stopped, right in the blind spot and didnt come out the other side. Bend over. The command was crisp but not loud, and she only had to give it once. I halfway attempted to comply by bending only slightly at the waist and placing both hands on my knees. As. If he did, and he wasn’t comfortable with her...”“He’d freak out.”“Yes.”“So the offer was to assuage your own guilt.”“I like sex. Going off to school was an opportunity. Where I grew up, there wasn’t really any town. I was homeschooled, so no chance to fuck the quarterback or even the shy, angry kid. I had Stuart once a year. A kid visiting his uncle, who used to be part of the hippie commune and hadn’t run off like the rest of them. This older hermit who I kind of liked, but after fucking.