.. but it wasn't that easy. In fact (just like my penis night after night) it was hard and frustrating.Here came a man that I only met a few times. I ...new that he had a wife and a young c***d and was a fairly mellow guy. I always thought he was kind of handsome though I think he was about 52 but I loved his beard. It was a handsome ginger-brown color and the man had such a homeliness to him but I still thought that made him a real man. A real man that I once could smell musk on him and it made. I simply spent a lot of time looking through this set of pictures and then moving to the next all the while slowly stroking my cock. It was just about time to increase the rate and so I went a little faster. At the same time, I think I threw my head back somewhat because when I did I saw that the door was open.That didn’t really bother me. My room was the last room at the end of the hall down in the basement. No one ever went down there. Also, at this point I was so into what I was doing I. *****Alvarez went through the security provisions and then walked throughthe back corridors of the ministry to find the goods exit/entrance. Hefound four armed guards there, plus two outside the single, large goodslift shaft. Another two guards stood back to back either side of thestairwell.He took the lift down to the bottom, entering the bunker level for thefirst time. Two guards, waiting at the bottom, snapped to attentiononce they recognised him. The entrance to the bunker here was through. How the fucking hell could you, you get to go home to your wife tonight, you get to kiss your daughter goodnight. What do I get to do? Plan a goddamn double funeral… No. This isn’t happening. This isn’t the way it’s going to happen…’ Caleb looked over at me. He had a well of tears built up in his own eyes. ‘Jack, Margarets already started the funeral process, don’t worry about that.’ I’d turned to walk out the door, my anger and fury spilling out into venomous words aimed at my dear friend.