As we lay there on the floor of my living room catching our breath we both knew we were on the edge of a very thin line. I sat there hoping my hard co...ck wasn’t showing through my jeans but not wanting to check. Without warning she jumped up and grinned. Gone was the girl crying in Wal-Mart, now a sly grin lit her face.“I have a bet for you Sean,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “For every point that one of us scores in tennis the other has to take off a piece of clothing. The winner can ask. When we arrived he said lets get in the back of the camper, he then offered me a scotch and coke to help calm the nerve's, all the curtains were drawn closed so no one could see in and the bed was already laid out, we sat on the edge of the bed for a few mins talking and having a drink, my drink was nice but strong and soon went my head. He then reached his hand in front of me and started rubbing my cock through my jeans, then he started undoing my belt and then got me to lay back on the bed,. ) It was almost as if thehouse was protecting itself by scaring people away; a fanciful notionthat I briefly considered and then rejected as part of the openingparagraph for my story.The next surprising thing to strike us was that the house was stillfurnished. Apparently, having failed to sell, it had just been locked upand left. Oriental rugs lay on the hall floor and a long-case clock stoodagainst a wall. As we looked into other rooms, they too were fullyfurnished; mostly with antique pieces. I hope I don’t get like that when I have my appointments.Adrianna walked back into the room. She had been arranging for my therapy as well as letting our workplaces know what was going on. She was having a rental delivered today so she could run errands while I was still here. She greeted me with a cautious kiss. I guess she was still apprehensive about how much pain I was in, so she wanted to be careful. “Relax baby. I’m not going to break. It is going to be a while till I’m back to my old.