I do.Unfortunately, all good things come to an end.One day, I'm out at my favorite spot and I set up my camera. I look at the hidden location and my b...ain tells me it would get noticed as the normal items surrounding the camera are lacking. I decide to go on.As I'm sitting, positioned where I can inconspicuously see whom enters, I see this cutie get up and enter the restroom. She is so fucking attractive. All I could think about was how good her pussy will look.One thing is different about this. Not that his wife was going to let him relax. She already mentioned several things she wanted him to do. Not that he could recall a single one of them at the moment. He found that more and more lately he had been blocking her out. Mostly because when the only time she opened her mouth, was to bitch about something. Usually about something he did, or didn't do.He pulled the toilet seat up, and fished out his dick. He looked down at the erection he was sporting. Shit, this was going to be a. She then placed a rather large hand-carved wooden bowl in the center of the table cloth and poured the contents of the tin can she cooked in into the bowl. It appeared to be some sort of soup. Then she went and sat on a pillow along the wall next to the young boy. As it turned out, apparently women and children had to wait until the adult males had finished eating before the were allowed to eat. The old man mumbled something....perhaps a blessing over the meal or a prayer. The next thing he. He just couldn’t be ‘evil’ like his kind wanted or expected him to be and so, he regularly got the crap beaten out of him when he ran across a gang of them» Reaching up to wipe blood away from a cut on his lip, he licked it off his hand and further continued to feel over his face. It hurt. He’d been hit several times and he was just a ragged mess. His coat was torn where they’d tried to take it from him and there was a slash across his chest and belly. It hadn’t seemed they were intent on.