She would remember. . . . . . 4. Coffee with creamAs I walked downstairs to join her, my cock bobbed semi-erect beneath my PJs. I felt it growing lar...er as I approached the kitchen where she waited, knowing she would see. As I entered, her eyes looked up at mine, then quickly down to the protrusion in the flannel of my pajamas, where the base of my shaft must have been partly visible through the space it opened in the unbuttoned fly. My Bethie smiled, the same smile I see when I say to her, "I. . ho-hum - anyway - I said to her - sizing her up - that maybe we could sit and chat a bit before she rushed off... Maybe I could get her number and try my luck at a later time..Her response was a very shy one, but as she had glanced down at my crotch as she was fumbling with lame excuses of having to get transport from SM back home, I thought I'd try it on so to speak... Slim - Young - Newly married - I wondered if she shaved too :P She was a bit younger than I usually went for - but hey - a. I still don't think she ever understood that winter would always in fact be one of my busiest parts of the year. After all, I'd have about six months worth of collected bear shit to process, nutritional charts to graph, film to catalog, and behavioral notes to type up. Not to mention weeks of hiking out in the worst winter weather possible crawling up and down icy mountains, cataloging every winter sleeping den for every GPS tagged bear in the entire park.Ok, I had my blinders on a bit too. I. "Our summer home, Sherry." I went prone on my back where I could watch the approach to the area through the trees.Sherry looked at the other tarp, then asked, "Do you mind if I join you on yours? I'd prefer to stay close to the only man around who I know is not out to murder me in cold blood."I opened my arms to her, and invited her to be my guest. She came down next to me, kissed my cheek, and went to sleep with her cute head on my shoulder. I woke when Sherry stirred. She looked around and.