That day did come. She said that her married life was not at all good. It seems that her husband comes home after work tired, has food and directly fu...ks her and sleeps. There were no foreplays or any love between them.She said she hardly had any love for him nor did she enjoy being in bed. She said that she hated being in bed when her husband was there.I felt really bad for her. But I did not want to misuse her vulnerability.One night, she asked me whether I remember the things which happened. We stayed that way for several minutes.All night I’d had dreams filled with memories. Simon and Brenda and me in college. My marriage and her betrayal. The years I’d missed with them and the different people they had become. What drove people who have it all to think they don’t have enough? Maybe it was me who changed. What was Brenda really peddling? Sex? Influence? Ways to wealth? The secret had to be on Simon’s jump-drive, if there was only a way to crack the encryption code on it.The more I. Somewhere below all the bullshit and makeup. Don’t worry about a thing, huh? You think I’d ever push you too far?”It was about as romantic and as simple as ass-fucking could get. I felt the head of his cock press against my knot and he’d used so much lube that it slipped in unexpectedly easily, though I had to consciously stop myself from shutting him out. My nails dug harder into my cheeks. His hands were on my shoulders, on my tits, distracting me as his cock pushed further and harder.I was. It seems very few relocate here for any specific purpose. But I ended up falling in love with the Last Frontier and decided to call it home. I also finally came to terms with my sexuality, or so I thought. I had just finished putting another armfull of logs into the wood stove when our big white Malamute, Denali, rushed to the door. As Jeff walked in, a strong gust of frigid winter air, mixed with the first snowflakes of the big storm, rushed into the cabin along with him. Down, Boy!” Jeff.