I took a brief minute to ask myself if it was worth it. I was too tired perhaps. There was nothing this stranger could tell me to make me believe in a...ything again. And then, looking at his eyes,I realized with infinite relief he would not ask anything and neither would I, for that matter. There wouldn`t be any fake breakfasts, no pseudo-romantic dinners, no candlelight to hide anything.No need to hide anything from those with whom you are set on pushing yourself to the limit, those you might. I shaved that an' I was finished at last. I guess that I should be proud of the fact that I had not nicked Kitty an' had done the job in only about three times as long as it should of taken. I ain't no professional barber, but I do not think that a professional could of done a better job!Anyway, by now, I was fully recovered and ready for another fuck session. Kitty was all wound up an' ready ta go ta it, just like I was. It really was funny when I thought about it later, but we spent almost no. I awoke to the smell of cooking bacon and was soaked to the skin as soon as I left the tent to visit the public toilet only yards away as rain was lashing down. “Ma Irene Elgin was dressed in a plastic rain coat as she tended the fishing lines as the men slept soundly now having stayed awake most of the night fishing, the youngsters now helping prepare breakfast. Once breakfast was eaten Sandra and I helped clean up then went out to play with the younger k**s now the rain had moved on and the. A man who was younger than me, stood nearly a foot taller than me, was trained in the lethal arts of combat, and who was blessed with a cock much thicker and much longer than my own.Without these deep-running and constant cuckold thrills, I’d have called time on this new version of our marriage long ago. But as it was, however much I missed Jill, and however much I worried about where our direction of travel might ultimately take us, the perverted and possibly self-destructive pleasures I got.