After getting no response from several attempts to speak to me that evening, She dragged me to a room away from the others."I know you're hurting, Mat..." she began. "I'd like to tell you that it will get better. I'm not going to lie and do that, because it won't. You should know that. You lived through both a close friend, and your father's deaths before. Perhaps it's time you looked at the differences between now and then."At least she got a response. "That was tough, there's no denying it.. She headed back towards the master. I went back to finishing up with the network settings so I could be headed out of here. With my luck today I’m sure I would run in to a hiccup and sure enough like clockwork. I went to move the tower back in place and a black box that was perched atop it fell to the floor. My eyes were immediately drawn to its contents. What the fuck I thought to myself no way a woman this fine should have all these damn sex toys unless she was single and lonely as hell or. “Isn’t it supposed to be dangerous though?” Hell yes, I thought. I’d heard stories during breaks from nine-fingered, or one-handed guys who’d been there. They said a ‘choker setter’ (the guys who ran down a newly felled tree to wrap a chain around the trunk so it could be hauled up the hill) had an 80% chance of losing a finger, hand, leg, or even their life. Don had heard the same stories, and if he wasn’t gonna say anything to Glenda, neither was I.“Hey,” Don answered, “It’s dangerous just. .. well, i always fancied that so i thought i might as well go for it. she got down the table and turned over. she held the table with her hands and parted her legs. it was such a beautiful view of her pussy that i couldn't hold it any longer. i placed my cock in the entrance and then held her boobs(from below, obviously) and then pushed all the way up her pussy. she gave out a fairly audible mourn and this time, a mourn escaped everytime i moved in and out of her. she was getting really really.