We laid out some canvas and tied it tight in the fashion of the single cots I’d slept on in the cavalry. I tied a tight rope up the center, otherwis... Opal Anne and I would have spent every night rolling into each other, whether we wished to or not. It wasn’t a mattress, but it wasn’t hard ground either. We found it to suit our needs very nicely.We ate dinner, cleaned up, walked outside, and froze, walked back inside and sat down to plan the next day. With the weather turning cold so fast, we. Die Gelegenheit wollte ich mir nicht entgehen lassen. Ich sprang hoch und fragte: „can I oel you?“. „Yes“, war wieder ihre schlichte Antwort.Ich nahm ihr die Flasche aus der Hand und nahm einen kräftigen Schluck Öl auf die Hand, verteilte dieses zwischen meinen Handflächen und näherte mich dem wartenden hübschen nackten Mädchen, dass vor mir auf dem Bett kniete. Ich setzte meine Hände unterhalb ihrer Brüste an und verteilte mit kreisenden Bewegungen das Öl auf ihrem weichen Bauch. Als dieser. "The Olympics had ended two weeks earlier. There had been parades in both their hometowns, Oceanview and Madison. Sophia had gone to the doctor for a full checkup. They had to catch up on their schoolwork. There was a meeting with their advisors about taking a sabbatical next year, which was easily approved. Plus, they had Worlds, which were now less than a month away. Quiet private time was hard to come by.But, now they had managed to grab some. They were lying in bed together, after supper on. Her eyes grew wide and she pleaded with me unintelligibly through the duct tape."Don't worry," I assured her stroking my hard cock with one hand and caressing her warm soft skin with the other, "I'll show you how much I love you soon enough." I picked up a permanent marker and walked over to the only wall left in my apartment that did not have several large cracks running through it."You know the poem 'How do I love you, let me count the ways'?" I asked looking back over my shoulder before.