After checking out the site when we first started planning this, my wife insisted that we borrow a porta-potti that she could use. ‘I’m not sittin... down in that old outhouse and having spiders and who knows what crawling across my butt,’ she told me very emphatically. The evening went beautifully. Hot dogs cooked over the fire are wonderful and smores are the perfect desert. As it got later we heaped some more wood on the fire and then one of the boys said, ‘I’ve got the perfect Halloween ghost. ” The delivery guy was a young man. I would say he was about nineteen, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was very young looking and very skinny. He was kind of nerdy, but I like all kinds of men. “These flowers are so beautiful. Let me take them and put them on my dining room table. I'll go get my purse and get your tip.” I ran into my kitchen and then grabbed my purse and took a twenty out of my wallet. I then opened my robe and my lingerie was now showing. “I'd like to give you a better. ‘Yes, you do. Please.’ He had trouble finding the words. ‘Nope. Some things you have to ask for.’ She giggled at his reluctance, enjoying watching him squirm. ‘We’ve talked about this before, sweetheart.’ He tried to ask without asking as the color crept into his face. ‘Come on. Gonna make you say it.’ She wasn’t giving in, not for love nor money. ‘You are so bad.’ The words came out, but so did his smile. ‘OK, I want you. I want to slip into your ass. I want to cum with you there, and send you. They were going to talk the final hour of the day regardless of whether she gave them permission or not, so her “deal” had bought her an hour of silence.She sat again at her desk, and began to read herself. But she stole a glance over at Richie, who was obviously not reading, but was staring openly at her legs. It moistened her immediately. She was acutely aware of it. She hid behind her book, knowing she was flushing. She bit her lip. She opened her legs, taking a peek at Richie. Once.