I brush up from there to your belly button, marking you again with my scent, my honey, my darling. -------------------- That night when we met, when y...u met me, I asked you where you were from, what you did for a living, what you liked to do or go. I already knew the answers, of course, but that didn’t stop me from being fascinated by your answers all over again. You asked, “And what about you?” and I had all the right responses. I touched your arm and played with my hair and blushed on cue.. And that's the problem. Giving yourself a hand-job isn't as satisfying as having someone, preferably of the opposite sex as far as I'm concerned – I'm very "straight" – do it for you. And in turn, that is nowhere near as good as if they suck you off. Or if you can actually fuck them.Trouble is, as you get older, the number of women prepared to put out for you tends to decline. I married late anyway, so me and the wife, Hayley, were late in starting our family, and as it happened, we only had. His purpose here was to track the thief back to it's origin, if possible, and for that, he must wait. He didn't bother concealing himself. He would be invisible to the thief since he hadn't actually been there when the break-in occurred.Scant moments later, the shadowy figure again slipped out of the hut and scuttled across the sand on a barely visible path. Darren followed, still not worried about concealment, but keeping alert for booby traps, which, if set on the night in question might. A person could still work at an honest job without being able to run or walk without a limp, but he would never forget the experience if we found a painful way to remove the toe. I would discuss the idea with Phobos after our patrol ended.The rest of the evening patrol was quiet, so we quit early and headed home. During the drive, I mentioned my idea to Phobos, and he replied that he had heard the same thing. He and Ajax thought that it was a good idea, and Phobos had just the tool for the job..