I w@nk£d his thick c0ck off. At times I w@nked both our cocks off, sandwiched together in my hand. That mutual pleasure seemed to take him by surpris....He seemed to like it. It was only then he would look down to elish our cocks sandwiched together in my hand. And only then would he meet my eye. Otherwise he would look around as if aloof from another man wanking him off! This stage of our Bi encounter (he had wedding band on) was in contrast to him, minutes earlier, on his knees sucking my c9ck. First thing I did after scoping out the town, was to get more toilet paper. I got several boxes of it, and then a few more foodstuffs. Then I headed for the propane tank farm. I grabbed six 25-pound tanks, and got back home just before the snow started. I sighed. I didn't want to leave tracks, so I was stuck for the foreseeable future at the cabin.Snow was falling heavily. The only thing that would have made it perfect, would have been if I'd had indoor plumbing. Damn, but it was cold out. If I got to the cafeteria first, I would order, if she arrived first, she would order. That way, no one had to stand in the long line again. One morning, I had gotten there late and found Charlotte at our table, without any food. Laughingly, I had asked her where the food was and she’d said, ‘Oh, I forgot!’ Charlotte Miller didn’t forget anything. And now, the other episodes of her forgetting things all added up to a horrible sum: Charlotte had Alzheimer’s. I couldn’t stop the tears from. I pulled downwards and closed my other fingers gently inwards, grasping the rubbery teat firmly. A jet of hot white milk spurted from the end and hit my Wellie boots with a squelchy noise. I giggled to myself and tried again. This time I managed to hit the bucket and the milk rattled against the bottom.Again and again I emptied the teat into the bucket until I felt proficient enough to try two handed. Resting the bucket on the floor between my ankles I bent forward and grasped a teat in each.