It would take until then for me to be able to prove my story so they didn’t think I’d been in the hot Afghani sun too long.The closer we came to t...e farm, the home I’d grown up in and my non-military home address for the last twelve years, the more emotional I became. I had to fight back the tears when the farm came into view. According to the dream I had right before I awoke back in this time, I’d see it for eleven more days, and then never again.I spent the rest of the day with my family as. Even Bruce and I had one, a Golden Retriever, Oscar. “Does he come into the house” I asked. “No, not when I have someone here” she replied. I guessed that was perhaps he wasn’t friendly and after all he was quite large.Sis and I talked and I let slip that things between me and Bruce were not all beer and skittles. What I didn’t tell her was that he seemed to have lost interest in me to the extent that we hadn’t had sex for several weeks. He kept saying work was draining him and he was too. By the end of day two, every time I would go to touch it, I would start to leak. Not a lot of cum, and easy enough to clean up, or lick off my hand so no one would see. Saturday is when it got interesting. We woke early and drove to the in-laws lake house. We planned a quick overnight visit. When everyone went out to swim, I took my chance to get a few sniff's of my mother in law's panties. I was so close to erupting at this point, and just inhaling her scent had me dripping all over the floor.. And pull it, ugh ... open for me." She asked haltingly. I applied the fingers of my left hand and pulled my outer lips apart exactly as she'd shown me. I became aware that the photographer was squeezing her breast and tugging at her nipple as she gave instructions. "Get some juice from your tight little hole and spread it on your clit." Her voice wasn't so halting this time but the words came out unnaturally deep; like a growl. I dutifully followed orders. When my finger contacted the tiny hard.