" You mean that tent in your shorts?" she giggled."Of course I mean that tent in my shorts. It's painful all by itself. It's like being a horny teenag...r all over again." So ... how did you solve that problem back then?" She was goading me and I knew it."I looked after it myself, of course." Well then, see how things have improved? You've got me to reward you instead. It's time for your shower so you have to strip anyway."It only took her a few seconds to remove my t-shirt and shorts. My. We do everything together, travel, hang out, and spent every second together. She is an incredible woman, loves life, and her work. She started her own clothing store and just loves it. She sells stuff through her store and online, that people love. I support her in every way, whatever I can do to help I do. However, about a year ago I was put to the test when I accidentally overheard a conversation she had with her friend, Cindy. I was laying on the floor behind the couch trying to keep cool. He tied he hands lightly to the bed; Julie didn’t show any sign of struggling so he knew she approved.When he finished he sat up and looked at Julie, lying there, completely under his control. As he looked he could see her eyes staring at his crotch, he was so hard, he was nearly busting out of his trousers. He stood up on the bed, directly above Julie, he slowly unbuttoned his flies and pushed his trousers down, then he pushed his boxers down showing off his large, hard, pulsating cock. He saw. And he sprang from the rock in order to inspect the base on which it had formerly stood. He soon perceived that a slope had been formed, and the rock had slid along this until it stopped at the spot it now occupied. A large stone had served as a wedge; flints and pebbles had been inserted around it, so as to conceal the orifice; this species of masonry had been covered with earth, and grass and weeds had grown there, moss had clung to the stones, myrtle-bushes had taken root, and the old rock.