Her mouth open, eyes wide, she remembered making fun of Dwight for packing such a heavy bag, trying to goad him into telling her what was in it. She t...ought, did he really carry ice cubes all the way up here?Any cogent though instantly shattered as a torrent of icy water was squeezed onto the small of her back. She squealed and shot her hips forward. But it was too late - the icy stream found its way into the crevice of her buttocks, nipping at her labia and inner thigh as the trickles slowed. "Mm, a good hunk of timber," she murmured, and her fingers ruffled through her lavish bush, "You like my cornfield?"Mike nodded appreciatively, thinking, comparisons could be made with dusty corn. He reached out to touch there, but she knocked his hand away. Her eyes clouded as she growled, "Playtime comes later. For now, I want your timber to find my corn cave." She gave a little sensuous smile and went on, "In other words, I just want to fuck."Mike, not totally shocked at her outspokenness,. Her house, her Yukon, her life insurance, some stocks and bonds and what was in her savings and checking accounts. Aunt Cora had mortgage insurance that paid of the house and the Yukon was paid for. Not counting the house and car Aunt Cora had left me a little over eighty thousand, but Mercer wasn't done with the surprises. He was also the trustee of the trust fund that Aunt Cora has set up for me when she had sold off dad's stuff. I'd known the fund was there, but I'd never looked into it. To. "//Mistress?!// Emily thought, sitting up quickly. //Who the fuck waswhose mistress now?// Her mind was spinning and she started taking deepbreaths to stay in control. She heard Julia, or Julia's body, talk abit more. She slowly stood up and looked in a mirror. Her face, not herboyfriend's, still looked back."Emily?! Emily?!" She heard Julia say. She turned, thinking she wastalking to her. But Julia was leaning over Paul's form. She stepped outto see. Paul groaned and moved a little. It looked.