A small, deviant thought had entered her cock-hungry mind as the bartender spoke. She wondered how big his dick was and how easy it would be to lure h...m away from his post and taste it. Lynn had a thing for dark hair and dark eyes, and although she would never be unfaithful to the man she loved, he did urge her to think like a slut. It excited him, and despite her resistance it excited her too.As quickly as the memory popped into her head, Thomas quickly snapped her back to reality. They were. As I walked back to my bedroom, I passed Tim and Chuck’s room. Tim was there, on his bed, reading. He wore his usual outfit; white t-shit and tight bulging jockeys. I said Hi as I passed his room, and he called me back.Sticking my head in his room, I asked why he wasn’t at the kegger, and he told me he had hurt his back playing basketball that afternoon. He had done a couple of joints in hopes of relieving the pain, but no luck. He reminded me that I knew how to handle muscle pulls (I had. He had fashioned a large quiver made of old fur skins that couldn't be used for lodge coverings anymore. He had stitched the furs together with strips of leather, inserting small saplings at the corners to lend stability and support. He had also threaded in straps on either side so that they too were stitched when the furs were attached to the wood bindings. The result was a large quiver that could be strapped to either shoulder and hang from the back. He reached into his fur supply pack and. We drove the rest of the way in that silence. She massaged his shoulders and hummed a tune. I had no idea what it was. None.Climbed the hill. Looking at that trailer on that slow ascent was fearsome. It was white with black trim. Looked damn foreboding as we'd left nary light on. Not a one.He pulled into the driveway and cut the engine. The silence was welcoming. I'd a been satisfied just to get the pillow out of the trunk I kept there with a blanket for Katie and I for when we stopped and did.