This was it. Time to finger my neighbour’s virgin arsehole with a thumb covered in lube. Who needs Saturday afternoon football?“I’ll just, er, n... twisting or anything like that.”“Twisting?” Lia asked.“If you like this kind of thing it can be ... interesting.”“Oh. Maybe not just now, thanks, haha. I’ll, er, I’ll try to relax.”“Actually, there’s something you can do to help with that.”“There is?”“Breathe out. It’s harder to, er, clench, if you’re breathing out.”“Wow, you really know your onions,”. It was amazing what people would struggle to carry all the way from home, only to abandon it as it got to be too much for their teams to haul. A philosopher might make a lifetime's study of the lost dreams of a people on the move.Jasper was relieved about one thing, people got sick on the march through the desert, but nobody died! On occasion, he would wonder how many now-unmarked graves they passed; the steady wind sand-blasted grave markers into oblivion after a few years, so there was. Not yet."The gorgeous brunette sighed as his cock slid out of her, then plunged back in so deep. "That's because you don't give me the chance to surrender. To show you. I can't surrender to you out of fear, only out of love. Give me a chance to love you without the fear, Anders. Release me."The man's rugged face twisted into a frown. "And what would you do right now if I did?" You'll have to trust me," she said simply. "Or do you want to lose all the progress we've made?"Anders shrugged, his. You’re finally done with your work for the night and you walk in the bedroom with those sexy pirate boxers and a t-shirt. You watch me sleeping for a while admiring my ass that is almost uncovered completely. You walk around the bed to see if I am really sleeping and you can hear my heavy breathing and some sort of talking in my sleep. My hands are curled by my chest as to look like I was saying a prayer. You quietly slip down your boxers and kick them to the side then you take off your shirt..