.. I eh can explain,” he faltered, pulling up his trousers.Worried he was watching an illegal video, I had to ask, “What are you watching?”He sh...ook his head and quietly mumbled, “Cathy told me everything.”I felt a chill shoot up my spine. The last time I saw Cathy was on holiday and there was only one thing she could have said. “W-W-What do you mean ... w-w-what did she say?” I stammered, my heart racing like a train.“She told me you had sex with a boy—”“That's not true,” I snapped. I hoped. . there exists a regular highway from the ‘door’ to the stairs ... and I do admit that ‘things’ have been known to spring unassisted from the ceiling tall pile to the middle of said highway.Sorta like the ‘fallen rock’ signs along some southern Appalachian mountain roads ... sometimes ‘fallen rock’ means ‘falling rock’ so keep moving.Perhaps it would behove me to explain about the basement. the 2400 square foot area makes no mention of the Cubic feet of airspace.Gustafson was a little generous. I frowned and said, “Well, I dunno. It will be lots of hard work. Lifting heavy logs, sawing. My friend Dave is coming to help. And with all the building material we’re taking, there won’t be room in the boat for a third person.”Prisha looked crestfallen.I caught Sarah’s eye. She was shaking her head at me with a half-smile.“I’m kidding, Prisha,” I laughed. “Of course you can come. It would just be us though. Dave isn’t coming. Is that okay?Prisha’s smile and shining eyes said it all. A weekend. She came back with drinks and a guy who sat with us. He was from Australia and on his own and my wife did not waste any time as she doe when she is really horny. She asked him if he wanted to come to our room with us, he didn't even blush but just said lead the way so off we went. Once in our room my wife became an a****l I have rarely seen her so turned on she let the guy rip her clothes off before grabbing his cock and sucking his like a mad thing. He threw her on the bed and wasted no time.