Winter Wonder

Now thoroughly confused, Neal's mind started to spin and he couldn't control a quizzical expression from crossing his face. "Cassie isn't here?"

Enjoying his reaction, Mrs. Knight was looking at him with a warm smile. "Don't be disappointed, dear. We'll have a great day skiing."

For a moment, Neal wondered if last night had just been a vivid, wet dream. Then he remembered finding the panties. Since there were only the three of them in the house, the realization started to dawn on him. Closing his eyes, Neal was gripped by an increasing sense of panic remembering his dirty talk and what he had revealed about his routine sex with Cassie. That was immediately swept away by the magnitude of what he had done with Mrs. K last night. Neal prayed it was all a dream.

When he opened his eyes, Mrs. Knight gave him a knowing wink and a nod. It hadn't been a dream, and he hadn't been with Cassie last night. Neal's jaw dropped, he blushed a burning crimson and he ejaculated a guilty laugh. His mind registered that he'd misinterpreted all the little physical differences he'd noticed and the expert sexual performance.

Mrs. Knight said, "After skiing, I'm sure you'll be stiff again. We can come back here and be warm and cozy again tonight." Making sure Paul couldn't see her; she gave a quick salacious flick of her tongue and lifted her skirt to flash her bare-naked pussy. With a hungry smile, she turned back to the stove.

Neal was a mess of shock and embarrassment. On one level, he was frozen with fear. But on another level, his penis was uncontrollably stiffening. In a small part of his mind, he hoped for a blizzard that would keep the roads closed all week.