I had bought an old set of army skies. They could be used with army boots as either cross country skies, or downhill skis. They might not be the prett...est skis around, but they were serviceable.That was how I would get to the cave, by using them as cross country skis.After putting on my skis, I put on my backpack, with all the equipment I could conceive of needing. Then I picked up my rifle.I had seen bears in the distance, before, and there was no way I was going out unarmed. My rifle was. At times I begin to slightly drool, still pumping my dick just fast enough. Rubbing the head of my cock, and pumping my cock in simultaneous rotation until ... oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god ...Trying to hold back I feel my whole body turn. The type of turn where this dick has produced an immense warmth, an immense pleasure that tingles through all of my limbs. My legs shake as I try not to stretch so my entire body will feel this orgasm that has been waiting to be released. Oh my. By the time Trudy left the sauna to take her shower, I was feeling much more relaxed and my head was clear. I’d be a much better date for Bethany later in the day, even though I was going to raise this issue with her to check my thinking and get her advice.After my shower, I dried off, dressed and went downstairs. Trudy offered me a cup of hot cocoa which I gratefully accepted. It was a raw 12°F outside and the furnace was working overtime to keep the house warm. I sat down at the kitchen table. “Do you, Adela Marion Royce, take this man, nay, this God, Mark Robert Smythe, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” Mom turned to Adela and made a point of her son’s divinity as she clearly saw it.“I do, with pleasure,” Adela added the full extent of her enthusiasm for the idea and reality of becoming my wife at.