So, Jeremy and I packed our shit and drove forty-five minutes into the middle of nowhere with our uncle in a stinky Jeep. By stinky, I mean: beer, B.O...., and I think maybe a little weed. Anyway, the house, and I use this term lightly, was parked right at the edge of a pretty lake that I never even knew existed. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad few weeks. I brought my Walkman, bathing suit and about a thousand magazines. I mean, what else was there to do? Chop firewood? Snare rabbits? We no. Scorpio00155It had been two months since my wife Sam's fall from grace with the man Steve in a night club. That night had been one of shock, guilt and inexplicable excitement for both of us. In certain ways it had improved our relationship in that Sam had promised to surrender herself to my carnal desires no matter what they may be or where I may wish to enact them. Yet in other ways a certain strain had crept into our marriage following that night, a strain that did not diminish with the. ” Ashley shook her head, “No mom, I just didn’t expect...well you look sexy, no wonder dad fell for you.” Mrs. Logan smiled and hugged her daughter again, “Whenever your dad isn't home this will be our dress code for around the house ok.” “Sounds good mom, lets eat.” Mrs. Logan and her daughter walked out the room wearing only t-shirt and panties. They did not see a pair of blue eyes looking out of the closet door that had crack open. Mrs. Logan and Ashley sat at the table and ate and. Before she could continue her studies to more advanced levels, her subject escaped. He to lightly trail his lips – and tongue – along her body, trailing kisses and wet caresses downward. His hands moved to gently caress her thighs, exploring the fabric edge of her panties. Her hands moved up his back, ruffling his hair and caressing his head, before moving to her own now neglected breasts to relieve their feeling of abandonment. His tongue and kisses made their own wider explorations, always.