Even though I was in the most unfamiliar land I've ever ventured to, I just felt completely safe with him. Most of the "men" I knew weren't really muc... of men. Out here, they'd either get scared or complain about being cold. Not Morgan, though. As we climbed the final hill before camp, Morgan stopped still. I stopped too, to make sure he was okay. He was silent for a few fleeting moments, before he reached out and grasped my hand. “I want to show you something.”Morgan pulled me from the road. It was one of my kitchen knives. I knew for a fact they were blunt as fuck because I kept meaning to have them sharpened. I smiled to myself, and drawing in a deep breath I screamed out for Grant. Then I remembered. Whenever he comes off night shifts he takes sleeping pills to send him off, otherwise he?s awake all night. He?d be dead to the world now, and if I weren?t careful I?d be dead to. He lashed out again, hitting me with the knife handle?Bitch,? he hissed ?Don?t you ever scream like. I let my face press more on her lower belly and took my arms around her buttocks. I went on caressing her buttocks; caressed back on her thighs; caressed her waist and let my palms rest on her buttocks again.I raised my head a little; she allowed me to raise my head, I looked up to see in her eyes. Her eyes were closed and her head rose upward as if she didn’t want to look down. When she felt that my face is no more touching her torso, she looked down, our eyes met. Our eyes were doing talk. My. What she found she enjoyed more, was seeing the pleasure she gave to Logan, as she touched it, the ecstasy showing on his face. In that moment, she wanted him happier than he’d ever been. She wanted to please him in ways he had never known, but ones she would show him, the ones her lust-filled heart wanted him to know. For all her life, she would remember the sound of Logan’s cries escaping from his lips, as she pleasured him. Watching him quiver and shake, knowing her touch was what was doing.