It was my fault that he spent all those years in prison, away from his life and his work and his son. It was my fault and I had to let him know how so...ry I was. I had to tell him that it was never anything he did that caused me to do something so stupid and so selfish. God, how selfish was I? Even now when I remember the way I was thinking back then, it makes me sick to my stomach. Sick and miserable.I wonder what he thinks about me now? Or, if he even does think of me. And did he think of me. Ana, a couple of your patches are just perfect, I can't see any hills or valleys in them -- hills and valleys are for women's bodies, not walls -- they'll paint over just right." Jaysus, bring on the blarney again!"I see the ladies have their face armor on. That's good. Don and I, being macho men, can't be bothered with stuff like that, right?" he grinned.Don, of course, flexed his arms and said, "Ugh. Me macho man."Bob told us, "We'll be using rollers to do the open areas of the wall, but. Yeah.Sorry, Mark.For what, exactly?For bringing it up.Fine. So anyway, next weekend. Can the boys come over?Yeah, I think so. I'll have to check, and call you back. It's the bath.Cool. The bath?Yeah.What is?The noise.Oh. You're in the bath?Yeah.You ... Mark, you never have a bath.I do, too.You do?Yeah. Lisa, I can change too, you know.Yeah, it's just...What? ... oh, nothing. Oh, hey ... so, you're...What now? ... naked?What? Well, of course I'm fucking naked. You have a bath in your smalls?No,. I hadn't eaten ass lately and was suddenly craving it, so I grabbed the fleshlight and went to work on it with my mouth. As I teased around the hole with my tongue I imagined that I had my mouth on the bartender's ass. It was so fucking delicious. I grabbed another hit, and with the popper rushing through me I started really exploring his hole. I soon had it all the way in, tongue fucking his sweet butt as hard and as deep as I could. Damn, his hole was good, and I was anxious to slide my.