"I hope you've brought some boots," he observed. "When it rains it becomes a mud bath and that's quite often."They both assured him they had.Tony Harr...owfield was indeed in the mess hut and greeted them both warmly. He said nothing about why they had come out but enquired about their flight and asked about things at the office at home.With full stomachs both Tom and Susie realised how weary they were and went back to their rooms."Breakfast at eight," said Bill, "and then I'll take you to see. I had unpacking to do and some pictures to hang. Right nowthough it was nice to be sipping coffee on a Wednesday and to not be atwork. I also thought about the dream I had. Since that first blow-up with Moirawhen she admitted not only the affair I accused her of but two more aswell, my dreams had been nightmares and anxiety sessions. The priornight's had been pleasant if odd.In my dream I was sitting in the living room in a bathrobe. Unlike myterrycloth robe this one was dark blue silk. I was. Not as nearly as generous as his first load, the trail of cum leading from my chin to my skirt still dwarfed the output of most other guys. A deep puddle had formed in my cleavage. Cum dripped down my exposed nipple like a wax candle. The folds of my bunched top were now glued together. A final stream flowed from my belly button to the waist of my leather skirt. I pulled myself up by the bathroom door handle and straightened my bra. The pools of thick, white jizz on my torso slid languidly down. Ten years younger than I at thirty-two years old, they were college sweethearts. Their two kids, a boy eight and girl six, were like my own nephew and niece. I was lucky to have made friends with them following my divorce and move to Pittsburgh two years prior. Jerry smiled and said he was going upstairs to freshen up and would be back down in a few. Jerry was five foot seven, slightly built but well toned. He played tennis regularly as well as golf. His blond hair was thick but he had little.