Marcia said her computer was running very slowly, and sometimes it wouldn't even boot up at all. I told her I had the same problems at work and had f...und some great software that could address the issues. My wife, Patty, and I had known Marcia for many years. She even worked with Patty at the hospital. We had been married for fifteen years (we were in our mid-forties), but our relationship was extremely routine and practically without passion -- just going through the motions. I guess we. I sigh. I scoot up a bit andthen turn over so I’m on my stomach on top of him,looking at his face. I smile and he kisses me, soft andslow. He tastes like bubble gum. I can see the stubbleon his face, the scar where his brother hit him next tohis eye, all the little details that make him. “I loveyou, sweets,” I say softly. He grins and says, “I loveyou too,” and then he tickles me a bit on my side. Ilaugh and squirm a bit and then I decide to give him atreat.I start. I do remember how his head was like a big mushroom. It fit tightly in my little pussy, I remembered the feeling. I smirked with the memory and went to work.After I got to work, the phone rang and it was him, he asked if he could have some of my time to talk about my mom. I told him sure, after I get off work at 6. We were going to meet at the park by the river. He told me quickly that he loves my mom and wants to be with her all the time. I told him I had to go for now and I will see him. I have only a thin linen on me and it is torn by sharp thorns which also cut into my skin. My heart is pounding like a hammer and I can hardly breathe but still I keep on running, my bare feet being cut by sharp stones and thorns. Sometimes I stumble and fall but I am quickly on my feet again, running away in panic. I am simply scared to death about what will happen if these savages ever catch me again.Far away in the jungle, I can hear screams and shouts coming from different directions, but.