When the sun's final rays made their way through the bedroom curtains, we were dozing lightly in each other's arms, lost in the contentment we had fou...nd in each other. But time is an uncompromising mistress and all too soon it was time. We reluctantly rose from our comforts and two hours later I had loaded my bags into my truck and we stood there next to it, holding each other tightly one final time. The cool evening air was slightly stale, storm clouds had begun to gather and I knew before. Fiona looked at Hank and felt like crying. His face was badly bruised and his mouth and lips swollen and cut. His hands were on top of the blankets and there was a tent over his legs. He was looking at her almost apologetically.She moved forward and took his hand, her eyes never leaving his. She bent over and kissed his forehead."You poor thing," she whispered. "I hate to see you like this."Hank gave her the vestige of a smile although his eyes were full of pleasure. To have smiled more would. I was amazed at the spread of food on the table. It looked like one of those Rockwell paintings. There were two huge Turkeys a big ham and so many side dishes my confused mind couldn't even take it all in. I was sitting by Cheryl. I looked guiltily around for Stephy but couldn't see her. But even though only a few moments ago I had been thinking about fuck her brains out I was so distracted by my a sudden hunger that I almost forgot about her. Cheryl poured me a glass of wine and I gulped it. She is single, and I have always thought she was pretty hot. She had redish shoulder length hair, sexy blue eyes, great long legs as she was about 5’8”. She obviously worked out because I loved to stare at her firm ass. She wouldn’t be considered the prettiest girl in the world but I thought she was very pretty and hot. Her tits were not super huge but a solid 34b or c. I hesitated a little before she told me again to take my pants off. I pulled them down and the look of joy and happiness.