She had slipped on a short terry cloth rob that barely covered her firm plump ass. Martin hugged her and let her slide between us. Megan said. “Oh, ...ook there are lights coming up the drive. Peter must be home.” Megan ran to the front bedroom so she could see down into the parking area. She ran back to tell us Peter had a girl with him. Martin and I slipped into sweats and went down stairs to meet Peter’s girl. It was late by now and we were surprised that Peter had brought her home at this. Some days if I couldn’t have privacy at home I would take him to the park to play under the bleachers, or out to the woods to play in the river then lick me as we dried. Our best encounters, however, happened in the safety of my bedroom. I would spend hours laying naked with him on my bed where he would lick me until I couldn’t take it and made him stop. Then he’d cuddle me for a while. It never got old but I yearned for more. I didn’t really know what but I couldn’t wait to discover it.On my. I eventually bring it around to specifics, making sure we can use the trailer by Monday.When the call ends, I phone Fred, asking him, “How would you like to move into your new office on Monday?”“I’d love an office. The wife keeps hounding me because I have papers everywhere. Our home office isn’t big enough for the jobs you gave me.”“You will have electricity, but you will have to make do with a portable outhouse and water coolers for a few days.”“It’s still better than what we are doing now,. The whole time I still have the sense that something is watching me. It reminds me of the feeling I had when the drone was watching us.Since my attempt to find Ben failed, I need a new strategy. I sit down, reflect on the problem and decide that once again Ben must have changed direction and is somewhere besides the Continental Divide trail. I head back in the opposite direction with the hope to find a clue as to where Ben's gone.I begin to scan the footprints on the trail which isn't bad.