I was wondering if I needed to come by and do a repeat performance with you and your husband to let you know I was serious. You’ve saved me a step....”In my mind’s eye, I could see his arrogant sneer. “I know you’re serious, Eddie. So does Bob. He is at the office today figuring out how to arrange for the money he needs to pay you.” “Good. Then my message got through”, he said. An involuntary shiver ran down my back, but there was nothing I could do, so I waited to hear what he had in mind. Dinner was incredible. Some of the best food I've ever eaten. Followed by cordials and a couple fine cigars and then finally the thing everyone was waiting for: the Campfire. What a setting! A small clearing in the woods, a beautiful view of the mountains and noone except the 24 of us for more than 30 miles. The firepit was all set up and around 9:00 everyone made their way out and around it. Such a wonderful place and so nice and warm. After a little small talk, the bottles started. Feigan walked in. I had first come to know him when I was a mere child. My parents had a bungalow in Shoreham on the North Shore of Long Island dating back to 1948. The closest Catholic Church at the time was about ten miles away in n Wading River, but there was a chapel that was only used for Mass at ten o’clock on Sunday mornings. Father Feigan started saying Mass there when I was twelve. I liked him immediately. He was personable and he was the first priest who led us in singing. WITHOUT A WORD SHE CLIMBS ATOP THE BED AND STANDS ABOVE ME.. SLOWLY, TEASINGLY, SHE LOWERS HER GLISTENING SEX TOWARDS MY LIPS.. WHEN SHE IS MERE INCHES AWAY FROM MY WAITING MOUTH.. CLOSE ENOUGH I CAN FEEL THE HEAT OF HER SKIN.. SHE UTTERS ONE WORD & ONE WORD ONLY, EAT. I LIFT MY HEAD SO THAT I CAN REACH THE PRIZE SO TANTALIZINGLY CLOSE, FIRST I SUCK DEEPLY, DRAWING AS MUCH OF HER MOUND/LIPS INTO MY MOUTH AS POSSIBLE, MORE FORE MY PLEASURE THAN HERS AT THIS POINT.. JUST TO INSTANTLY SATE MY.