He slowly edged the door shut and ran the handle silently into place. He took a few test steps to make sure the floor wouldn’t creak and snuck back ...towards her room. It was cracked just a peak and as he reached for the handle he heard her moan. He turned and peered in through the crack and watched one of his favorite fantasies unfold. He edged the door just enough to see her whole body. One arm curved and clutching her breast, the other working its way down, closer and closer to her pussy. She. I wasn't feeling great, but I was a little more in control of my emotions. I had resolved my marriage and it was now part of my history. I was still angry, but I couldn't pin down exactly what or who I was angry with. Joyce? Her stupid employer who thought up that encounter session? Ransid Bagashit or whatever that Swami's name was? Claire LaPointe? Ontario Divorce Law? The answer was probably all of the above.I didn't really have a destination in mind other than the Coast, so I just kept. The way her pussy squeezed my dick was the limit, I offloaded another load of cum deep inside her. We both lay there panting trying to catch our breath for the longest time. Finally she pulled forward releasing my dick from the tight grips of her pussy and turned to face me. She looked me in the eyes and said that dream was amazing. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. I followed suit not long after with my hands wrapped around her. My dreams were filled with Stacey sucking my dick and begging. It didn’t work. I didn’t quite know what to do and wandered through the cabin, looking for clues with the flashlight. When I came in the bedroom, I saw something blinking in the corner. I looked at it and suddenly felt somebody standing behind me. Before I could turn around, huge arms seized me. A piece of fabric was pressed against my mouth and I fainted. When I woke up, I was sitting on a chair, tied up, a spotlight shining directly in my face. I heard footsteps behind me. Andy came around.