I got my pile of soggy towels into the laundry and since I was down there, did my morning upper body workout. I wanted to run outside today though. Sc...ew the treadmill. I threw on my running gear and headed for the edge of the property.It was still very early in the morning and the sun hadn't even made it over the hills to the east. There was still dew on the grass and shrubs and I reveled in being able to lock onto little beads of it as I ran and getting a tiny little popping sound when I. I opened up my laptop, and immediately go to the same site I go to every night my wife works. My wife, who is amazing and I love her more than life itself, is a night shift nurse. So the three nights she works, I get a couple of hours to myself after the kids go to bed. And I utilize it the best way I know how- marathon jack off sessions. My wife knows about this. We both have healthy masturbation lives right along with our taboo sex life. We both love BDSM, and have a bedroom only. On his way to his room, he stopped in front of a mirror. For a thirty-three year old, he was in good shape. The few grey hairs could be attributed to the worrisome last six years he had lived with Katrina. He was six feet even and had an expressive face, which could show every emotion. Turning on some Bach on his iPod, he went to bed. The weary day had taken a toll on his body as had the visible swelling, which had formed around his lips. Even guardian angels need their sleep. * * The next. Stacy locked up, a high-pitched growl forcing its way between her clenched teeth as she came, soaking Zoe's face.When Zoe was able to untangle Stacy's fingers from her hair, she scooted over and assumed The Position in front of Angie. James watched as Angie twined her own fingers in Zoe's hair and pulled her close. She began licking Stacy's honey from Zoe's face before mashing her lips to the slave's.Zoe was stretched over the edge of the couch to reach Angie, and Stacy had recovered enough to.