This story was re-written to stand alone but reading the other series first will help the reader with some context.It's Sunday morning, the wife has g...ne to church to pray for my soul. Course she wouldn’t have to save my soul, if she’d just spread her legs a couple times a month! When my wife hit her 60th birthday the frequency of our intimacy decreased to the point we have been in a 2-year dry spell. This lack of intimacy has pushed me to stray, which is sad because other than our. He will not trust me or the church if he thinks we don't trust him." "how can I keep tabs on him without him seeing me, I'm no spy and if he or anyone else sees me I will tell them who I am, there is a truth field around the whole town!" he said as his mission went from daunting to impossible. "It may seem impossible but I have faith you will find a way, but it will take time, time we don't have which is why I'm sending you to the planet surface 3 years ago. We have salvaged enough power from a. As it was playing I watched Bim throwing up all the good booze I had fed her. Then she was still for a while. I fast forwarded to when I came back down. I edited out the part with me in the video so it looked like Butch just walked up and jumped on her back.When Butch started humping her she did move to get him off but in her state he was too much for her. You could tell by her reaction just when Butch penetrated her. She suddenly started struggling harder but Butch hung on and it seemed he. Supper and shower time came and went without Tom being consciously aware of their passing. As he lay in his bunk, wide awake, waiting as the incredibly long minutes slowly went by; he fingered the blanket he was going to take with him. Finally, it was time. Crawling out of bed, he threw the blanket over his shoulders as if he was cold and going to the washroom. Once outside, he stayed in the shadows, walking past the cabins, skirting the sports field until he arrived at the shore of the lake.