He's upset enough as it is, at having had to make this trip to his family's home. I'll tell him later, when we're away from here. Later... maybe... Sh...e rolled to her back and stretched. It would be nice to have Michael now. He's good in the morning. Hell, he's good any time!She smiled and pulled his pillow to her and hugged it. She could detect the slight smell of him. She shivered, wishing the pillow was her husband, imagining she was holding him close while he was atop her.No! Forget it! she. She smiled and looked into my eyes, knowing she was getting me hot. She glanced down at my crotch and could see my sudden hard cock bulging in my jeans. Neither of us said anything but it was clear our lust for each other was climbing rapidly. When her martini came, we clicked glasses again then taking swigs of our drinks looking into each others eyes, smiling silently, reading each others thoughts. She rotated on her bar stool and faced me and sat with her legs spread apart so that I could see. " Aren't you afraid of being discovered?" Becky asked, worried about her ex."A little, but they have no evidence that I'm who they interviewed, and as long as they don't see me out on the streets they don't know where to look. Anytime anyone stops by I'm out in the field. If they say 'no he's not', then Mom just tells them I must have gone into town for something. If anyone comes out here to search, there are dozens of good hidey holes. I think I'm relatively secure." Relatively," Cynthia. "And you were hoping for some fun, some entertainment?" Go away," said the dark-eyed girl whose name I was yet to learn."Do you have a carriage?" I asked Silvia."A rig, yes," she said."Then come," I said, standing, "and I will introduce you to some real men, Americans, not foreign trash. We will not disappoint you."The blonde stood and walked by me, rubbing me with her buttocks. I gave Silvia my hand to help her up and waited for the third girl to rise. I took her elbow and introduced myself..