He looked so defeated and alone that, even in her sorrow, Emily felt her heart go out to him. She wanted to comfort him and make it all better. He tur...ned and started back to the table and Emily. When Ryan approached, Emily stood and looked at him. She felt empty. Her momentary thought about comforting him was already fading from her mind. She was lost. She had no idea what to do now. All Emily knew for certain was her husband had left her and she was facing life without him. Almost immediately. No one came. We didn't even make back our entrance fee. But it was Friday night and we were only open for about three hours. Saturday rolled around and we were up and ready to go at eight in the morning. The day went okay. We made our investment back and made a little profit, split three ways, about forty dollars each. Not bad for ten hours work over two days.The crafts fair shut down at three Saturday afternoon and my wife and I followed her mother to her house and we all sat there talking. What’s wrong with me. The storm lulled me to sleep.I dreamt that I was in the shower when she came and got in with me. I tried to kick her out but she wouldn’t have it. She didn’t know it was wrong. Teen me couldn’t help it, the water running down her body. Suddenly she had that wonderful set of D cups, she had that round ass and thin waist. My hard cock slipped between her legs. Her beautiful thighs stroked it softly. She was young and so was I and lust and teen hormones took over. She leaned. "Sounds good to me," I replied, taking her envelope."Okay, on the count of three we open. One, two, three!" She said. I saw her eyes light up as she examined my results and I stood there with my mouth open for a good few seconds as I looked at hers. She looked worried."Oh no I didn't do it did I?" She looked crestfallen. I could see her eyes start to screw up, a telltale sign she was about to cry. I finally found my voice."No! No you did it, you got the grades Jess! You're going to Durham!" I.