” Molly shrugged her shoulders and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. “I am just going to blend in, do the work, avoid him and Seth at a...l costs, and move on. It isn’t worth the worry and stress.” Molly placed the bottle back on the counter and went into her room to get ready for her shower. “Hey Ells, when did this get here?” she said, coming back into the kitchen with a card in her hand. “I don’t know, what is it?” “It’s a piece of mail from the dean’s office. Oh God, what is this?”. I’m impatient, so if something doesn’t happen instantly, I’m officially annoyed. Three weeks went by. During this time, I had reached out to a few other guys. Most were monosyllabic meatheads who could only manage terse responses like, “Sure, name time and place,” or some who insisted on PayPal deposits before proceeding. One “dick” even offered the ultimate cuckold experience in which he would pound my wife while humiliating me. Oh cool! Name your price, Raging Bull! Finally, Slate responded. The farm provided us with fresh meat, eggs and milk. Since we still had huge stocks of canned goods, we depended more on them for most of our nutrition. By our best estimate, they would be good for another four years, and then we would be on our own. Lyudmila saw that as time enough to firmly establish the farming operation, including facilities to can and store our own food.Between all of that work, and scouring the area for food and other things we needed, there was little time to just sit. I took his hand, put some fresh soap on it, parted my legs a little, and placed his hand between them. Giles made a good job of ensuring that I was thoroughly washed in my most private of places. When he’d finished we helped each other rinse which involved more pressing together of bodies and further attention to intimate areas. I turned off the shower and we got out. Giles now had a much healthier colour and the state of his penis demonstrated that he was having no problem with his blood.