They do get a bit graphic."I laughed as I blushed. "They do, but my storytelling doesn't. I know that someday Morgana will find the right person for h...r, but I want her to stay innocent for a couple more years."Debra seemed to find that comment very funny, and we headed out to the parking lot. She told me not to worry too much about the trial, but that I could expect a request for marital counseling and I would be wise to accept at least three sessions.I went home in a good mood and the mood. .. I thought ... oh god! I need ... something. Please, you're driving me crazy!"I thought that I was going to cry from the extreme frustration. I had never felt like this before. It was the most unbearable state of arousal. It was wonderful, and it was horrible. All I needed was one touch. A light pinch on my nipple, a finger sliding lightly through my slit, anything, even a passionate kiss and I am sure that I could have had an orgasm.I heard Jon's voice, calm through the sexual fog that. To hole ... cave ... now!”“Oh, holy fuck!” I looked back and forth between the two of them a couple of times and said, “You first, Bro! You’re still alive!”He nodded his agreement.They each had to weigh at least two hundred pounds, so I didn’t think I could manage carrying them up the hill to the tree. I dashed back to the ATV and the birch tree. I grabbed the trunk of the tree and pulled. The ground around it lifted and fell to the side, opening the hole to the cave beneath it. I leaned into. I gave her a wave of my hand in acknowledgement as I was at that point studying a significant change in the stock market. It was my habit to work every morning on the Internet, better and cheaper now that we had a telephone land line. When we’d first moved in, I had to work through a radio phone to keep my work going and we only got the land line after two years of waiting. I didn’t learn as to where she had gone and why till Friday lunchtime. * ‘You’re early,’ I said to John when he turned.