Who was next on the schedule?I stared incredulously at the contact that popped up on my tablet: Mrs. Claire Blaylock, 10011 Windy Wood Lane. It seemed...that the pilot on Mrs. Blaylock’s gas water heater would not stay lit.Oh, I’d heard about Mrs. Blaylock, alright. According to the stories, she called for a technician every few months, supposedly to service a balky appliance but actually in need of a little servicing herself. I had thought the wild tales farfetched and privately doubted that. But on to better thoughts. I often get asked by straight and bi guys whether male on male sexual and romantic relationships wear thin over time and whether or not the sex stays frequent and intense. In many cases life happens and gets in the way but in ours we made our relationship in and out of bed the top priority and kept a clear focus on keeping sexually active with each other. The fact that we were sexually perfectly matched and in that we were really unique helped a great deal. I doubt. While she had slept Magnus went to Meg. She had been crying in her frustration and need to be used. The magic held her frozen until he chose to come to her. He took pity on her and wished he could attend to her needs immediately.Fortunately Meg was well experienced in how to arouse him. Less than 10 minutes after he had climaxed inside Maude, Magnus was thrusting inside Meg’s pulsating cunt. She begged him to thrust harder to be rough with her.Meg had always been a fantastic lover, but he could. I pulled back and nodded dumbly, all my blood having deserted my brain for points south.We made camp that afternoon beside the same spring-fed pond we'd stopped at just last week on our first trip. This time, there were no distractions to prevent me from exploring the cave above the spring. True, the cave had appeared to be an empty twelve foot by twelve foot room, but something about my remembrance of it tickled my curiosity.I slipped inside the cavern with one of the flameless lanterns I had.