Looking up I saw what appeared to be a chamber not unlike the one that had started this.Great I thought I’d have to keep my eyes open for the gray g...y again. I really didn’t feel like another trip to the land of tingling nails and skin. The next day I thanked the farmer as we entered the city.I was as cautious as I could be. With the death of Henry the VIII I had no doubt that security within the city was on high alert. Then there was the gray guy, that shiny weapon he had. I could almost. "Oh, press it up against my ass harder!" Oh, Robin..." he whimpered, his mouth opening and closing with the agony inside him. "I don't want to do something that'll make you mad at me! I don't want to do that at all!" You'll make me mad if you don't press this hard cock into the crack of my ass, Pete Bast," she whispered firmly."You want me to? Do you really want me to do that?" Yes! And maybe some other things, too!" Ohhh, why did we have to leave the movie early!" he wailed.His cock throbbed. ”Sam felt the warmth spread up from below. The rock rested right under where they were sitting. “Touch it how?” His dick hardened in his shorts. It was about to be very hard to hide it from his mother.“You know what I mean, Sammy.” Joyce looked Sam in the eyes, a stern and searching look. But it softened by the second. She was feeling it too.“Like this?” Sam put his left hand on his mom’s right leg. Friction from the soft fabric of her sweats warmed his hand as he rubbed up and down.“No, honey.. Shit, am I ever screwed up!I went through my morning routines almost mechanically and then realized that I had forgotten to check my emails from yesterday. I looked and there was one from Dan Hollander in Jakarta that had come in overnight and one from Bob from late afternoon yesterday. Dan’s email had a secure attachment and he had used the same passkey, my overseas aunt, for it.I unlocked the file and printed it and then printed out Bob’s email too. No time to read them now; I’ll do that.