“Don’t just stand there, go get the cutters from the kitchen drawer.” I turned toward the kitchen but out of no where Barney appeared. Her voi...e commanding for someone about to die said “Okay Barney, make me suck you, let me take that big cock down my throat, cover me with cum, this is what we have both been waiting for! As I waited I moved Charles to the same statue I had been bound to, it seemed only fitting somehow. He stood there with a look somewhere between hate and excitement that. I thought I was going to be running late due to some traffic delays so it’s when I’m first going through security, still trying to catch my breath, that I catch sight of a guy who just ticks my boxes - not to mention rocks my box! Being tall myself, I always find myself checking out the lads who I find myself looking up to. But it’s not just his height that draws my attention. He’s got hair on his head I’d love to run my fingers through; a beard I’d love to feel between my legs; a presence that. That’s what got her through stormy nights and lazy days. Neighborhood children ran after him, waving and wishing they could be him some day. Some days he would hoist a couple of them onto his back and advise them to be careful when they crossed the street on their way home. He didn’t belong in this day and age. He was too much of an iconic American hero. More than once he risked his own safety to save the life of a friend and stranger. He rarely spoke. At times, hours would pass without so much. Over there, the sun would shine and we could tan. It's big enough. The land also hides it from viewers even from the house. I like it." She looked around. "Could we build a small changing hut over there in those trees?"I looked at the area where she pointed and nodded. "I have shingles left that I used for the generator hut. We can roof it with those which would help hide it from prying eyes. We could also store emergency packs here if the farm was invaded and we had to run."Her head popped up..