You could easily describe us as sex addicts. We love it and most of its variations.We had great success with our art and sold our work all over the US... through our agent. At 30 we both felt very fortunate and reasonably secure financially.We had bought a large old home in a fairly hidden valley just outside of town and converted it for our use. Only a few times did the weather get bad enough that we had to use our snowmobile to get in and out. One of the nicest parts about our place is we are. .. what?" Pete said, enjoying the way her hand on his thigh made him feel.Sara continued to rub him, moving her hand to Pete's hardening crotch and running her palm over the bulge that represented the head of his penis. "Friends can make each other feel good... it's fun," she said, getting to her knees in front of Pete on the floor and unzipping his fly. "I want to make you feel good," she said as she extracted his member from the fly of his shorts and gave a short lick to the underside of. I by now had decided what I was going to do. He became very shy again and before he could speak I told him it was all right, I understood. I said I would just go to the bathroom and he was to wait.I emerged three minutes later in just my panties, stockings and suspender belt. My small breasts trembled as I walked over to him, now wide eyed at the sight of me. He half laughed and said, "You're so beautiful."I blushed a little, "Maybe."I told him to sit on the bed and I sat next to him. Then I. ”He’s right so I take the rifle and say, “Thanks, but Ben was headed up there and I need to check on him.”I run as fast as I can and as I draw closer to the gate I realize that Ben’s truck is on fire. Then, thank God I see Ben start to stand up. I change my direction and run toward him...Son of a bitch! The mother fuckers blew up my truck! Thank God I wasn’t in it! I look over at the blockhouse and again thank God because it’s still standing. I pull my pistol, just in case, then I hear.