They were full of pain.There was no hatred, instead there was love. And this love was obviously causing him some pain. I found his hand with my other,...and squeezed it tight. I put my arms around his neck, and pulled myself to him.He didn't tense, but relaxed into my arms, pulling me as tight as he could to him.The next thing I knew, his lips had found their way to mine, and he was kissing me softly.There was something about the way I felt when I was kissing him ... it was different from how I. He explained that he needed to prepare for the final six weeks of teaching in Frankfurt.Both father and Helen promised to be at the station to see Ben off on Saturday morning. The emotional strain of a leave-taking – obviously present at father’s advanced age – had, therefore, during their day together, been banished.When Ben returned to the hotel, Christine waved him into the office. She welcomed him with a broad smile, a cup of espresso, and no sign of delayed embarrassment about last night’s. ”I grabbed her arm and stood her up, saying, “Come on mom, I’ll take you to the bathroom.” Suddenly , her knees buckled and she started to fall to the ground. I reached around and scooped her up into my arms, like the night before. Again, she wrapped her legs around my waste. And just as she did, my now hard cock once again slid right into her wet pussy. She didn’t say a word, just wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and held on. As I walked down the hall, my cock slid in and out of. It had woke me up that there were more things to avoid than snakes or crocs.It was a month before we reached the equator. Every night June made sure I fucked her and pumped sperm into her. The swamp had narrowed to less than three hundred kilometers across. There was a narrow piece of land like a rocky crest that kept emerging from the swamp. We had just stopped for the night and I was getting ready to go hunting.The swamp went silent and I looked up and around. The water here was only three.