So I circled the block to check things out before stopping just before my house. I walked up the driveway, hoping the dam dog would not bark at me. ... went around the house and the dogs was chained outside, which is something that she never does, unless someone is there that the dogs doesn’t like and barks at them. Things were starting to smell funny to me, even the dog did not bark, as he was glad to see me, almost like he has been outside for along time. I petted his head and scratched his. I then suggested that i could do a better job with some lotion. She pointed to her bag on the floor and told me which pocket to look in. I turned on the lamp and found the bottle of lotion in her bag and noticed her taking off her top and laying face down and pushing her pillow off to the edge of her side of the bed. I climbed on to her and straddled her confidently. My knees outside of her thighs as i placed a copious amount of lotion in my hands and rubbed them together. I then applied. My ears ached from the sound and the air pressure. The bridge shook. The steel beams that weighed tons and tons shook at their roots right beside us. Dust and farm rubble continued past us; the eddies pelted us with detritus. At that point, I guessed the wind velocity under the bridge had passed well over a hundred-fifty miles an hour. I couldn't believe the speed would go much higher, but I was wrong.As the wind speed increased, the din got louder and more debris smashed into the bridge,. I did not want to stir her up anymore than she might already be on her own. Anyway, I am back now and I certainly missed not being able to visit this group’s postings every day. That does not mean that my sexual thoughts and appetite suffered. I had plenty of time and privacy for frequent self pleasuring and erotic reflection. Hanging around the pool discreetly looking at the nicely shaped men and women gave me ample fodder for sexual thought. Also, one of the mornings, I overheard Gwen and her.