As much as I liked my house and studio, it was too long a drive to be practical to do on a regular basis if I was going to spend time with my girls. I... was thinking about putting it up for sale and buying something closer. I mentioned it to Chelsea, and after a long discussion about what I needed, she started making calls.A month later she called. “When are you coming home?”“Tomorrow, why?”“I think I found your house. Sissy and Katie are dying to see it, so block a couple of hours out. Good thing I was gagged or I’m sure I would have told him what a pompous prick he was. As he fell in love with his own voice I mostly tuned him out, but heard him mentioned my selection “based on good genes—not bad out of jeans, either…” laughing at his own joke even if others weren’t “…and a unique attitude toward…” he leered as he said this “…servicing others.” Well, he did get that right. I was a pleaser. Not one of those smarmy suckups who want everyone to like them. No, I was one of those. She turned quickly onto a path through the woods, and with her hand gestured that I should follow. I followed this vixen into the woods, and my bloodflow moved southerly, infusing my cock and hardening it as I ran. Like a fly drawn to honey, I darted after her, buzzing through the woods anxious to reach her hive. She began to slow down, and I saw a small clearing. There was a stream babbling gently through the woods, and beside it a downed tree that was propped up by another tree, so that it. She raised her arms as she pushed herself back with a moan, and I cupped her breasts and began playing with her little pink nipples. I lightly kissed her neck and moved one hand down between her legs, cupping her vagina before allowing my middle finger to explore her slit. She was soaking wet, and when I began gliding my finger along her slit and ticking around her clitoris, she pressed back harder and moaned. “Oh God Michael ... that feels sooo nice ... put your finger in me ... now move it in.