Such are my private thoughts. Expressed publicly, in the wrong context, is to risk having friends shaking their heads, suggesting my commitment, sendi...g me down avenues seeking counseling. Other them my regular visits to this grave, I consider myself normal, do not covet death. I laugh, enjoy life, challenges in my medical career, pleasurable hobbies such as golf, skeet shooting and shooting photographs with black and white film stock. Cursing too often is my one major vice. If I made my. If so I might still get a night free at the tavern so a little afternoon horseback ride wasn't a bad way to spend the evening.The sun was getting low when I saw something. There where tire tracks from a wagon leading off the road into the brush. I headed off the trail and went into the woods a little ways before I noticed something else and hoped off my horse. I saw a pair of small footprints in the mud. To wide to be a kids but to short to be an adult human. Each foot had four toes.“Shit.” I. Then I asked her to open the doors. She gave me access to let me in, into her blanket. Now, we both were under a blanket, and I was laying on her. She was in just two-piece. Then I started foreplay, and I started kissing her slowly from face to her neck. I was giving love bites on her cheeks and her neck. She told me not to do that, as it leaves my marks on her skin which would be visible to anyone. I told her I was kissing my wife and there is nothing wrong in that.She laughed and said your. "Your turn again," Lori grins as she rolls on her back. When I slide my cock back inside her, I'm surprised that she's a lot looser and much wetter than the first round. Than I realize it's because I am sliding my cock through another man's sperm for the first time in my life. I find the whole thing very erotic. Lori and I kiss deeply as I begin pumping into her. Once we settle into a good rhythm, George moves close to Lori's face, presenting his semierect cock, dripping with a mixture of their.