“I live in Woodbury. What about you?” “Noyesville. We must have missed each other in high school.” “I just got out a year ago. You must have... been ahead of me. You look like you were haying.” My scratched forearms were a giveaway. “Up at Palmer’s farm.” “Bob Palmer’s my uncle. Actually, my father’s cousin, but we call him uncle. He’s nice.” “He is. He pays us better than most, and Martha feeds us lunch, which most folk don’t. I’ve worked for him three summers in a row, and helped him skid logs. I had always wondered what size her bras would be, she was always petite with what looked like pert titties. I imagined her to be a 34b, I hoped she would wear her cups quite small so the titties flowed over the tops. They were quite conventional from the famous UK store, but were 36c so she wore her bras a little larger than I imagined, had her titties grown with age. How i would love to have removed it from her and seen the titties drop out of the constraining cups. I took the nicest looking. We finally worked out that he’d go on his trip and I’d take his secretary with me, after all she took care of the event in Vegas anyway. As it ends up maybe more thought should of went into the idea, on the other hand it was a weekend I’ll never forget. I warmed up quick to the idea as I had a sneaky idea that she was sleeping with my husband, a weekend together I felt I’d be able to figure that out. I drove as there was no way I’d trust her car to go to lunch less cross the desert in, she. He made Greg lie on is back onthe bed, still naked. I knelt beside him. I wasastounded to see that he still had a raging hard-onsticking up stiff and eager for me. Even after beinghumiliated and embarrassed like he’d just been, he wasclearly turned on.As though reading my mind, Elizabeth climbed onto thebed beside me and put her arm around me. She held meclose to her as we both knelt there side-by-side andlooked at this well-controlled husband of mine with hiscock sticking up like a bar.