..Brett, stood before us with his flaccid cock hanging at mouth level and informed Agness that the list did not contain his recent purchases. He rattl...d off about a dozen names which included Sailor's Grave. He had picked up several bottles of Sailor's Grave knowing it is one of my wife's favorite. As he was talking, I noticed Agness glancing at his cock and it appeared to have a calming effect on her troubled face. She had confided while Brett was in the shower that she was not sure she felt. I've been there several times when I was working for that software company. I remember what a pain it was to drive through those endless hills and valleys, and how no road seemed to go where I wanted to go. I really prefer the flatness of central Indiana, where a "geographical feature" doesn't require an hour's worth of climbing.I head back towards the box, and figure this is a good a place as any. Running water, steep hills, and lots of woods make this place almost ideal. Now I see that the. Then she caught her breath—I had stuck a finger into her cunt, then two. I started using my fingers to move her wetness to her anus. Fortunately, in the spirit of my boy scout days, I was prepared; I had a tube of KY under the pillow. I added a puddle and then inserted the tip of my finger up her dark hole. She stiffened a little, head down. I moved the finger in and out a little, each time a little deeper. When that became easier, I added a second finger. Her breath came in ragged gasps for a. "I'm good. I'm happy with the way things have turned out." Happy?" Yeah. It wasn't quite the way I expected it, but I got my best friend back. Sure, DJ's spending her nights with you and all, but she's really confided in me and leaned on me for support these last couple of weeks. She's shown that even with everything that's going on between you two – or perhaps because of what's going on – that she'll still have a place for me in her life." That's what -I- tried to tell you." I know, I know. I.