Did he want to marry and have children as she did? She just wasn’t sure…he had never spoken about it. When she had addressed the issue with him in...bed on the previous night, he didn’t speak a word. He simply smiled and curled up with his head on her shoulder. He was sound asleep in an instant. The light wind rustled the leaves on the ground as they approached the bluffs. One of the few things he had told her was that he wanted to go see Miner’s Castle and now they were approaching the wooden. ‘Is it Lorna?’ she asked. ‘Is she all right?’ ‘She’s fine,’ I said. ‘She’s good.’ Robin looked puzzled. ‘I know you’re going to think I’m a jackass,’ I said. ‘I just figured I’d never know until I asked. I was wondering if you might have dinner with me.’ ‘You’re asking me out?’ she questioned and I noticed her eyes going to my ring finger. I expect she’d been hit on by more than a few married men. ‘I’m not married….anymore,’ I said quickly. ‘And I have good character references. My ex-wife. He scooped up a pile until it formed a peak around and above his cock. Within it he stroked a hand up and down his cock.Oh yeah, that felt good. It wasn't like any bubbly he'd ever tried before. The foam was thicker and more solid than normal bubble bath. He actually felt it against his cock. It was also slippery enough that his hand slid up and down with minimal friction. Best of all were the bubbles. They crackled and popped against his skin like a thousand miniature kisses on his. “What I really want is to fuck that ass of yours,” he clarified, “But I’ll accept a good blow job.”“You know I'm not gay right?”“It’s not about that,” he said, “I’m not gay either. But I have been locked up for seven years with five more to go. Masturbation gets old.”“You’ll have to let me think about this,” I said after a long pause. The problem was mostly a question of trust. How did I know that he would follow through with his promise. And that the note would even matter. In the end, my.