What do you fantasize about when you play:A significant other? No.A friend? Yes.A friend's spouse? Yes.A stranger? Yes.A co-worker? Yes.A member of th... same sex? Yes.A member of the opposite sex? Yes.A past lover? No.Other? Yes.What position do you play in:On your back? Yes.Standing? Yes, sometimes in the shower, sometimes when watching porn.Kneeling? Yes, I like to switch it up sometimes lol. Fucking my fleshlight or watching porn.Sitting? Yes, usually when I'm watching porn.Lying on tummy?. A couple other men came by and asked what we were doing. So we put them to work. I thought about how we would need dried grasses and clay. So we recruited more men to go cut grass and sent Harlou on the tractor with the wagon and some hand sickles for the grass and I took the truck back down to the river. We took a couple more shovels with us and started loading the bed with sand and clay. Soon I felt we had enough to start with so we came back to the smoker. I signaled Harlou with the air. I spent most of my resting time in a saloon slowly drinking beer and playing low-stakes poker. I was determined to improve my skill at poker. It seemed that poker was the only recreation besides visiting whore houses that was available and socially acceptable for a man during that time. Frankly, most women in whore houses smelled so bad that I was hard pressed to enjoy my visits, so I wanted to do what I could to improve my poker playing ability.The next day, I was back on my horse headed. She had spent many nights on the phone to Kyle, talking about anything and everything, he wasn’t her usual type, but there was something about him she couldn’t quite put her finger on. He was tall with dark hair and eyes, a body as toned and as beautiful as a Greek god – oh so she imagined after seeing a photo of him with wet clothes clinging to his torso – and a cheeky smile she couldn’t resist. She worked with Kyle at the office a few months back and kept in close contact when he was.