I'd had a thing for underwear, especially briefs for a long time and loved to cum inside them after wearing them for several days. My tight foreskin f...lt great against the material when it was trapped pointing downwards, I'd barely have to touch it, just gently manipulate the end though the briefs and a creamy explosion wouldn't be far away. It felt so good and I was getting close before being startled by familiar whistle from outside. It was my mate Chris, nothing unusual as he'd often come. You watch him pull the fabric in the crotch area away from your skin and cut it off. You thrill, but at the same time have the unsettling feeling again that things could go wrong at any moment. After all, you’re bound and there’s a man, when all is said and done a stranger, kneeling in front of you with very sharp scissors in his hand. You try to imagine how it would feel if he suddenly jammed it into you. You hope that all you’d experience would be a blinding white flash in your head and then. ”“Are you alone?”“Yes,” Rob answered. “I am heading into Bridgewater and just need someplace for the night.”Thinking a moment she asked, “What’s in Bridgewater?”“Hopefully a job,” Rob told her as he rode closer to the porch using his knees to guide his horse as he raised his hands in the air to show he was unarmed.After thinking a few minutes she told him, “Put your horse in the barn. There is a free stall and there are some oats. Once you get him wiped down and settled, come on in the cabin. I. I replaced the cash filled grease tubes into the case of other tubes filled with grease. I also replaced the lock box that contained the unused false identities.I went back to the living room where I left the electronic gear I had used in the days before the industrial park adventure. It hadn't been quite two months, but I had been gone long enough to accumulate junk mail on the computer and a long list of voice mail messages on my cell phone.I turned on the water before I began thinking about.