It was safer for them back there, playing tourist, and they understood the game ... except for Holly, who paid me a great many visits up front to keep...an eye on me.My head still hurt and would doing so for another month or two, and last night's drinking did make the pain temporally go away ... until I was again mostly sober, when it tried to make up for lost time. As for my leg and shoulder, they were both fine. I hurt myself worse once while falling out of a HumVee in Afghanistan.A quick look. It's a little late for recanting and second thoughts at this point. Conscious, but not terribly alert I seem to have slipped into the so-called "sub-zone" as the cheap BDSM novels and web-sites call it. I was never terribly sure what that meant, but think I'm starting to get the concept. Allowing someone you trust to take total control of your body, giving it to him until you both feel he owns it. No longer thinking so much as reacting. A complete awareness of every nerve in my body. I feel. ” He says, “I want to tell him that I have his birthdaysurprise at home and I want you to be waiting for us onour bed, on all fours, with your hot ass facing the doorin only a pair of hot panties! What do you say? Yes orno. Quick! Hurry, hurry!” My head was spinning!! He was rushing me saying Terrywas about to leave and I just blurted out, “Ok, ok…Yes, sure.” He tells me I’m a good sport and that they’re leavingright now and will be home in 15. ” She went back to expertly sucking my cock. She stroked the base while she sucked on the head and swirled her tongue around the tip. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and held her head in place. Her hair felt so silky between my fingers. She tilted her face to look at me while she worked my knob. Her eyes made love to my face while her face made love to my organ. “Sweetheart… I …. MMM… I am about…” She read what I meant before I could say it, and pulled away from my hair triggered dick. “Oh….