Jennifer was squirming, trying to help my constricted hand touch all the right places. I slid my middle finger into her quim while the palm of my hand...rubbed against her clit. I could tell that she was enjoying this, but my wife was not climbing to her peak the way she normally does when I finger her. Suddenly, she pulled away from my hand, saying ‘I need more than your hand can do in its current position.’ I figured she would untie that hand to help her out, but instead she began to rub her. I was one of those people. I knew that I was one of the best choices because I never take time off and I even have extra time at work logged in the books. I didn't want to go home though, I would be alone with nothing to keep my mind occupied that I wanted to think about. Oh well, such is life. I was surprised to see that my sister-in-law's car was still in the drive. She was living with us after her husband passed. I know it may seem strange but he passed over fifteen years ago and she had not. The building was empty, but I was able to find a few useful items inside. There were a few guns and some ammo, so I packed up the ammo and hid the guns inside a cabinet. Knocking down the shelves and scattering the pans as if the cabinet had already been raided. I made my way to the next building and quietly made my way inside. There were two stories to the house, so I quietly cleared the first level and moved up to the second. There were two bedrooms and a bathroom, I found Hermia in the. He turned to me and looked down so I could have an easier reach. I wiped the blood from the side of his chin. "You cut yourself pretty deep there." I told him. "Good thing Nurse Lexsie was here to save me." He laughed. I laughed with him. I turned to through the kleenex in the garbage. I threw it away and looked back to Derek. His eyes were staring straight into mine. I brought my index finger up to the cut and rubbed it lightly. I let my finger trail down his chin, to his chest. I played with.