He did the predictable and threw himself into his work, his business. But it was futile. He spent the hours and did the work, but there was no relief....The final straw was the death of Abby, her Chocolate Lab. Cancer had destroyed Shannon and old age and heartbreak had destroyed Abby. He knew then it was hopeless. He couldn’t go on this way. There was no continuation, he had to be somewhere else and do something else. He sold his business and then their home and furnishings. He gave as much as. "We met. The forest is huge, and as tourists never wander far from their cars, anyone with a modicum of energy can find privacy within minutes.And we had plenty of energy. Physical, emotional, sexual. Watched only by the trees we flung ourselves into each other's arms. As we kissed our cocks reached towards each other, hard with longing, pressing against our bellies, making their requests known. My arms held him greedily while I felt him embrace me totally, an arm round my shoulder, the other. I filled my desk and the floor with paper as I tried to make sense of which pages went with which. More than once, Nathan need to help me as they weren’t all page-numbered or labelled with the file name in the bottom left corner. That was fucking annoying and I wasn’t shy about telling him so! Nathan had the decency to blush and agreed that from now on, he’d make sure his documents were formatted properly. Anyway, once they were sorted properly, I stapled them together and put them into. I have to admit that when he’d first sent the picture I’d been surpised and slightly concerned at its sheer volume and girth. However, in a statement that saw my blood pressure peak, my worries were turned to plain horniess when you’d turned with a guilty looking smile and said ‘mmmm..i think I could handle that!!’. Despite YOUR confidence, I had been growing more uneasy by the minute as I’d seen it slowly begin to swell behind you. Within the last hour or so as we’ve been indulging our every.