My husband Larry and I are your hosts.”I walked into the house as she led me up a wide, sweeping staircase, and I saw several people sitting in a la...rge room with a fireplace. She led me to a room at the end of the hall and I dropped my bag on the bed.“Shared bathroom is the door at the end of the hall,” she said, pointing. “Breakfast will be available between 6:30am and 8:30am. You’re a bit late for dinner, but the agent who booked you let us know you might be late. Abbie will get you something. I imagined myself walking right down the middle of the highway into town and even took a few steps in that direction. Then I turned and scampered to the other side of the highway. It was heavily wooded on this side and no place for a naked, barefoot girl to do any exploring but it would serve as a hiding place if I needed it. Having the highway between me and my home added an extra layer of excitement and I desperately wanted to show my nude body to some unsuspecting truck driver. I even walked. The vibrations of the wand and my holes being invaded by thrusting fingers soon had me writhing on the bed. I felt so close to cumming.The vision of Mike fucking me pushed me to the edge and made the juices well up inside of me until finally, I spurted my cum all over the bed. It was explosive and delicious. I hadn’t cum that hard in ages. As I slowly regained control of my breath, I wondered if it was the thoughts of Mike or just my accumulated stress that did it.I was just lying there. At least Ally could say she had worked with a "real" author before. Besides, Professor Salinger was preoccupied with his new life with Maddie Fenton. Turned out the two professors had been close for years, but Professor Salinger distanced himself from the Fentons because he felt Maddie's husband was a total jerk and she deserved much better.Guess the organ pickling and subsequent suicide proved him right, Ally thought with a sigh as she brushed her thick, blond hair. The thought of a life.