Your wonderfully sculpted chest. Ahh…I could spend hours just touching you, memorizing every inch of your skin. I watch you as...you sleep. So peaceful. You breathe deep and even in slumber. A slight smile on your face, dreaming. Of what I wonder? I raise the sheet a bit and see your gloriously hard cock. So, that’s what you’re dreaming of. Unconsciously your hand reaches for your cock. And I hold my breath, hoping that your touch doesn’t awaken you.. She found a nice cottage behind an old couple that rented it out for extra income. The man was of the grumpy sort, didn’t say much. But, his wife is very upbeat. Almost in her own world, happy to be alive. If she wasn’t so old, I swear she was getting some on the regular. Any way, she told me some thing kind of strange when I moved in. Things that go bump in the night aren’t always bad. I asked her to explain, but, she wouldn’t say any more. I just figured she was talking about. Almost as though fated to do so, we look at each other at the same time, locking eyes. As soon as our eyes meet, I realize why this day has been so lost on me. Nothing is taken away from this moment, but the addition of you to it makes the rest of the world just a bit less brilliant. The flowers are somehow less magnificent than the person I see in your eyes. The sun is somehow less bright than the radiance emanating from you. I honestly can’t tell if everything else is just a fraction less of. Look at the themes .. if these are objectionable to you.. stop reading now.. you will not enjoy the story =) Only posting because Sir told me to.. so be nice please =) It had been a long month for all of us. Adjusting to the kids being with me permanently and their crazy mother totally out of the picture definitely had some ups and downs. At 12, Aubrey was the oldest and a lot of the slack in terms of helping with her younger brothers fell to her. I felt bad about that but really didnt know.