P. Reynolds, Persia - August, 1882." J.P. Reynolds had been one of the university's leading archeologists in the early days of field studies. Reynolds...had collected a great number of the items that filled the crates in storage, as well as a good many of the items on display in the University Museum.Kim examined the small jar. It was common pottery with no designs, patterns, or drawings inscribed. "Probable the water or oil jar of some poor slave," Kim thought. She noticed that the wooden. I was all alone. After around 30 min she came to my room and asked if I was comfortable there… We had some kissings earlier… Nothing more.. I was expecting something hot that night… We were talking for sometime.. I slowly placed my hands over her shoulder… She said mom is ther in the next room… I said she will be sleeping now and not to bother.. She dint resist… I slowly kissed her lips and she hugged me tight… She was longing for the touch.. I knew this night I am going to be in heaven. She. We had been through a lot, from raising children to burying parents, from struggling to being successful, and from fucking all the time to almost never.Like most couples, our sex life started out fast and furious. As life went on and things changed, the frequency dropped but the passion and excitement were there. Both declined over time and over the last three years, it had vanished.The Great Drought, as I call it, had begun. I am not sure what started it all, it just happened. My wife was. With Timothy’s head ensconced in Errol’s grubby hands, Timothy listened to Errol’s guidance.“Don’t try to suck, simply relax and swallow my dick. You won’t choke, buddy,” Errol directed.Timothy was soon getting the hang of things and was amazed by his dexterity. So was Errol. The throat invasion was more pleasant than Timothy had imagined, despite the drool.“You are doing great!” Errol kept encouraging.After a short while, Errol asked, “Do you like cum?”“Mmm,” Timothy mumbled as he lied because.