.Didn't you wonder why nobody's built a house or cleared and farmed it? It's twenty years or more since Johnny disappeared one night and left his cabi...n burning behind him. But no-one 'round here wants the place. The Hanfords and the Higginses kept up the taxes on the place, just in case Johnny come home -- kin is kin -- but they'll be right glad to get shut of it if a chance comes, now they can sell it.The cabin? Right over that way -- if you lean across this bunk here and look out the window,. What I'd also love to remember is how taut my body felt as I stretched out for him. How I displayed my sweetly tanned titties, the lush valley of my thighs, the golden shine of my freshly oiled skin. It ought to feel deliciously naughty, remembering that. All so securely contained within our perfect little marriage.But of course all that is what I now prefer to remember. What I really remember is the shameful fuck I'd had that same morning. And not from Eric.I lay stretched before him like a. The thermostat in their house must be set at 78 degrees.My hubby and I RSVP’d but on the day of the party we procrastinated until late in the afternoon before we walked down the street to the party. Needless to say, everyone was hammered when we arrived. Everyone could walk home which inspired overindulgence and much merriment. Knowing that it was gonna be really hot inside and that everyone was gonna be loaded, I thought I would be a tease, it is a party after all. My outfit was a short. Lisa wore a slinky red dress with a plunging neckline. Other than a thin pair of straps, it left her shoulders and back bare, all the better to show off her honed athleticism. Jessica, on the other hand, wore a form fitting strapless minidress. Though it didn’t display as much cleavage as Lisa’s, the tight thin material clung to her like a second skin, showing the small yet perky breasts hidden beneath the material. The rather abrupt ending left her silky smooth legs on display, with the.