I have to lie down on my belly and twist my neck up so that Ican lick all of the sticky oatmeal of her shoe. The coldness of the tile flooris sapping ...he energy from my body. My neck and tongue hurt. ?Six more days.? She nonchalantly states. ?Yes ma?am? I meekly reply as I finish licking the stickyoatmeal from her dirty sole. When she notices that my tongue is no longer pressing intothe sole of her shoe she pushes her chair back and stands up. I see the pointedtoe of her pump stop right where. Some how I managed to pull out from his grip. I seriously thought abt giving him a back kick but I decided against it as I was in his place. Meanwhile the tub got filled up and we got inside. Again he stopped me and started applying=g some scented oil on my body. I found it to be turning and responded the favor on him. He was bent upon applying oil on my asshole and cunt. I realized the thought of fucking my ass hasn’t left his mind. Mean while I was determined not to let him do so. Though my. ‘IT’S NICK! HE’S DEAD! HIS BODY’S UP THERE! WE NEED HELP! NOW!’ she turned and took off in the direction of the camp, still screaming her ass off. I wanted to follow, but I wanted to see for myself too. I got close to the tree and looked up. A drop of something warm and sticky hit my forehead (it just occurred to me how dirty that sounds. Sorry). I wiped it off and looked at it. And almost fainted. It was blood. ‘OH FUCK!’ I said out loud, and took off after Liv. She was already talking to. When you notice this, try not to yell at them. Some are oversensitive, and there’s nothing worse than an oversensitive woman.My name is Ron. Let me relate how I handled the situation with my wife, Carol.When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for Carol to get a full-time job, along with her part-time job, both for extra income and for the health benefits that we needed.Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I usually get home from the golf.