CHAPTER SIX
One week in July
When Carol Prince opened her eyes, the man she was fantasizing about was standing there, watching her masturbate.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Bruce! I need it so bad! f**k me!"
Bruce Clarke was taking the afternoon off. It was a beautiful Friday. Paula was away for the weekend, in New York for a publishing convention.
Bruce had returned home around noon and immediately slipped into his swimming briefs. He went for a cooling dip in his pool and then opened a cold beer. It looked like it was going to be a fine afternoon.
Bruce decided on a whim to hop next door and see what Carol was doing. His timing couldn't have been better. When Bruce entered the Prince's backyard the first thing he saw was Carol lying on a lounger, naked, a big dildo gliding in and out of her j
