Well, he wasn't going to hunt much, but then again, he might. If he shot a deer even though it was out of season, he could stay longer and try to forg...et the pain. Seems like everyone he knew found out about Della before he did and now they were asking what went wrong.Well, he was going to spend at least two weeks at the old campsite while he tried to forget that cheating bitch and unwind. He hoped it was as peaceful as he remembered it. Finally, as dusk was falling on the mountain Frank reached. He knew where THAT would lead. The back doorsqueaked a little as he entered and walked to the kitchen. His momleaned against the kitchen table as he rested from preparing dinner.It had been an unusually warm spring day and the temp in the kitchenhad to be over 80. Pat had long since removed his shirt and sneakersand simply did his chores wearing only his skirt. He had considereddoffing that as well, but you never knew when a delivery truck mightshow up and Pat was in no mood to have a stranger. He’d see her here or there, parties and premieres, but their interactions were limited and brief, far too brief, for Pierre. At night, alone in his head, she was his. He’d push her down on his bed, as she writhed, resistant beneath him, he’d press himself into her, listening to her sighs and squeals, deeper and deeper into her depths, kissing her neck, her breasts, tongue on her collarbone, licking lower, salty sweat, squirming pressure, he’d grab her wrists, call her a slut, and continue his. Our wet tongues danced in each other mouth, as we caressed our bodies.She stripped off her skirt and blouse. Her eyes were in line with mine and she gazed a moment, touching me gently, exploring my body with her hands.I let my head fall back to enjoy the sensation of her wet, swirling tongue. "I want to be inside of your panties, Martha". I said into her ear…She took my hand, stood and walked me over to the big couch. We slipped off our panties and my t-shirt. Then I pushed her down on the.