Why was Irunning, there was no escape. No matter what I did he was inside of menow, in my mind, my heart. As much as everything hurt and burned, and...s hopeless as things were, there was still him, my lover, my man, mylove, my blissful holy truth, my conscience, my savior, my man, mypower, my will...my master.He would always be there for me, no matter how hard the pain that toreme apart. He would be there to pull me back and love me...why oh whydid I keep forgetting that...why did I keep. These leaves are poking into my ass.” Jake got the blanket and spread it on the ground. Mike moved over on it and Jake said, “I want to poke my tongue into your ass.” Mike grinned. “Yeah? Come on down, then.” Jake dropped onto the blanket. Mike lay on his back again and reached for Jake’s hand, pulling him over and guiding him so Jake was over him on his hands and knees, facing the other way. Mike reached up and began slowly jacking his cock, then put his hands on Jake’s butt and pulled him. She took a bite of Szechuan style pork with broccoli, met his eyes, wiped her lips, and lifted the corresponding object from her bag."These don't go on the ears," she said, making a play of attaching one end to an earlobe. "You'll get a good view of this."She undid the buttons of her dress, pulled it down off her shoulders, then efficiently removed her bra. Her breasts stood up, smallish but sweet. Her nipples visibly stiffened."Would you like to do the honors?" She saw his expression, laughed,. I didn't need to move.We started by setting up three rows at a time, the nearest longer than the next, and so on. By the time Kirk had made four of five trips, I could see that this job was going to go quite quickly. I showed him how I would measure the last pieces and the cut-off would be the first piece in the next row. That way we always had a tongue end to start a new row. Kirk figured that part out quickly and we were off to the races.The miter saw was out of his reach, but I didn't want.