Sometimes, Red, you scare even me," she said. "Now, wait a minute, Darla. I've never, ever, laid a hand on you. You've no call to say something like ...hat to me. I love you. Hell, you and the kids are my world," I said. "And, that's another thing, Red, you need to be here more than you are, more than you have been. Yes, I know you love the kids, but love as an abstract thing is not enough; you actually have to demonstrate it, a lot! Heck the kids hardly know their father," she said, "and. So because of that, anal was a special thing that was rarely done. The feeling of anal sex was neutral to me. It didn’t feel good, but it didn’t bother me either. Anyway, fast forward a few years… I had my first mfm threesome! It was awesome and everyone had a great time and I was made the center of attention. That’s when I started wondering about the real possibility of a DP. The thought of two men fucking me at the same time got me very wet! However, the problem was the lack of feeling from. One day I took the opportunity to share my number with him and that was the first step to our new beginning.Now as we had each other’s numbers, we started chatting more often than just some of the formal messages. We became more comfortable with each other as we talked more. We also started to share a few things about our personal life.I used to call my hot young neighbor at my place much more often than before for any random help or just to talk and also seduce him secretly! Sometimes, I gave. I was studying my maps to try and locate a site that was close to the coast. My thinking was that any find of a reasonable quantity would necessitate transporting the coal by ship.So far the best I could come up with was a site called Dalmellington, but it was still some fifteen miles inland. That started me thinking about how I could transport a load from the site to the coast. The answer was easy for any boy who had been brought up watching westerns on TV - wagons. I had been mulling over in.