My late husband, bless his soul, never wanted to even try. So shall we expect you around six pm Friday?”“Sure, I’ll bring dessert, it will be a ...urprise.” He yawned, “Sorry but I need a nap, as you already know Cindy and I spent the night talking about everything.”JoAnne laughed. “Just talking huh, I know better, and please spare me the details. Goodnight Herb, take care.She hung up the phone then headed toward the bedroom, her aroused body would not wait to be pleasured any longer. Later on. Touch. All my senses begin to rouse themselves from slumber. A dark, massive cave. Water dripping from the ceiling and the crinkle of dead leaves and grass underneath me. A sickly-sweet stench, like the birth of a lamb in the dead of night. The metallic taste of iron in my mouth, blood. And lastly, the delicate touch of eggshells underneath my naked back. “Eggshells? Did I land on an egg?” No. To my left is the empty husk of some massive egg beyond anything I have seen, the shredded remains of. Basically I was a tech guy with a big title but I received a very large raise to go along with my new responsibilities. The problem was that I had to travel at least once a month and sometimes more.I was never gone more than a couple of days but sometimes I had to leave on a Sunday for Monday morning meetings and stay until Tuesday afternoon. This effectively meant I was away for home and Theresa for almost three days. She didn't like it at all.It wasn't just that I was gone, sometimes the. I was looking the whole time at uncled hard rod. Uncle looked at me and said, dont mind, as you are also male, I dont have anything else apart from the organs that you have and I just removed my Towel, I hope you didnt mind !. I said, its ok and commented on his hard-on that you have a solid dick. Uncle just smiled and didnt say anything, I then asked uncle, as you are divorced, what do you do for fun ? as I am sure you cannot just sit and masturbate with that long thing of yours. Uncle.