Indeed, the extravagances of Lord of the Manor must lie elsewhere. Katherine creeps into the kitchen, where she pours a cup of fresh well water from a... pitcher. Sipping slowly, she savors the cooling sensation that travels through her insides. Relaxation brings a return to fatigue, perhaps this intolerable summer night can be overcome after all. But what of the vivid dreaming? She sorts through the images from the dream, and the puzzle pieces begin to form into something quite sexual. Is that. I'm 29 years old and married to a truly wonderful woman named Rita. We met in college as freshmen and it was love at first sight, at least it was for me. Rita would probably tell you that it took a while for her, but she was in love with me almost immediately. She just doesn't want anyone to know that her head could be turned so easily. It seems like yesterday when we met. It was at the welcome mixer when I first saw her. She was standing with two other girls who many would say were way hotter. All I can think as I'm following the line of her back down to her sexy black knickers is "this is the best way to drink a beer". I feel my shaft harden slightly as my thoughts wonder, thinking of sliding my hand around the front of her and kissing her neck while I work my hand further to rub her off through her knickers. I shake my head and snap myself out of that train of thought, my cock is getting hard now and we are already late. When she turns around again and I see her breasts pushed up. But they’re out therewaiting for me. A couple of times they’ve even rung my bell but I fooled them into thinking I wasn’t at home. The phone rings but I let the machine pick it up. That way I can listen to Lisa’s voice telling the caller that we can’t come to the phone right now. Sometimes it’s my boss asking me why I haven’t been in to work. Another time it’s Lisa’s mother, telling her little girl that she ‘s worried about her and for Lisa to call her. Sorry, mom, but Lisa won’t be making any.