It should be easy to do that here, away from the pressures at Whiting. The only problem was that any time my mind wasn't occupied it still drifted bac... to the image of Julie dying in my arms.Chuck noticed immediately when my visage changed and asked, "Steve, are you alright?"I looked up at him with a blank look on my face, not knowing whether I would ever be alright. Having four loving wives, I should be happy and content, surely one of the most blessed of all men. I had heard it a million. He usually didn’t do anything except spank the naughty girls and massage the good girls to reward them for being properly behaved. I generally got the massage because I kept a good exterior image of being a “good” girl even if I was humping like a cat on a hot tin roof with my cousins behind Uncle Simple’s still.I generally didn’t do much more than a nice blow job for my kin folk or allow them to poke my dirt-hole a little bit just to let them shot off a nice load too long unspent without a. I immediately knelt and pushed him back against the door. It was sucked to the root within 20 seconds of crossing the threshold. I tugged his robe and he dropped it to the floor around his feet. His naked form was displayed for me to relish. My lips popped off his rosy glans. And I looked up at him.“Don’t make me cum too soon. I want it to last.” He said.“I want more than one load you sexy fucker.” I told him.I stood and slid my hand up and down his stiff rod as I caressed his freckled arm and. ..........Each stroke of her leather boots, running along my hard prick, I groaned each time with relief written all over my face that she had finally rubbed them on my cock, I could feel my cum building, " slow down, I want to milk you dry " as she lowered her boots my face visibly dropped in anguish.Walking around to her desk she pulled a drawer open, pulling a pair of gloves out she slowly eased them over her svelte like hands, teasing them over her fingers, her hand pushed me forward.