I arrived home around 5pm and quickly got into the roof space and rearranged the floor covering making a few peep holes in readiness, then settled dow... and waited. Sure enough she got home around 6pm and left around 8pm; the boys were away so I thought this would be a grand opportunity for her. I used the waiting time to make a hole so I could see the bedroom clearly form my advantage point, and I only had to move a short distance to see the bathroom if necessary. It was around 1am when I heard. Where have you been?" "Oh, you know. Had to finish teaching those elves to build those tree houses elsewhere before I came back to town." "Oooh. Did you get me anything good?" "Not this time, sorry." "By the way mister, you have some explaining to do!" "Eh?" "For someone who lives on this game, you've sure been scarce these last few days!" "Oh? Did you miss me?" "Oh sure, you- and your Elf slaying prowess. A girl needs new gear! So what gives? Did you find a girlfriend and forget all about poor. Well, he decided, gritting his teeth as she squeezed him again and writhed beneath him, by the time he was done, she would be begging for him to stop. Five minutes later, his face dripping sweat, he was the one doing the begging. “Please, Vixen, please. I need to rest, to recover. Give me a break.” She smiled and tightened the grip of her legs about his waist, enjoying the rapid flexing of his deep but sated manhood as she arched under him. “Roll over,” Vixen said, and once he was on his back,. Eventually, he settled on a pattern of quasi-meditating that one of the old Army guys that regularly made their way through Albert’s shop recommended. It wasn’t sleep, but it let him quiet his mind a bit and relax, if not rest. Sometimes he even fell asleep that way, although that didn’t happen often.Taylor sat, drifting in and out for a while, and must have nodded off after a time, as the next thing he was aware of was a ringing phone jerking him awake. Wiping his eyes, he took a second to get.