After all the hiking and sex, we both curled up in our sleeping bag and slept like the innocent.The following morning I woke to the smell of coffee, b...con and eggs. Beth had gotten up first and was getting things ready. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, got to my feet, pulled on a pair of boxers and staggered out to get some food.“You sure needed that sleep after yesterday, I hope I haven’t worn you out already. I was hoping for a little more fun out of you yet,” Beth smiled warmly and handed me. ."She takes them off. I hold out my hand to take them from her. She hands them over nervously. They feel slightly damp from her excitement. I inhale the scent of her, and she blushes scarlet. I'm enjoying making her shy."Turn around, touch your feet, and spread your legs. I want to see what is mine."Doing as I order, she bends over. I pull my chair close then continue masturbating as I insert my fingers into her."Oh, Matt! This is so uncomfortable." Did I tell you to talk? And do not call me. She told me where each was.I went to the Pacifico where the food was spiced, but zip-less. I tried to call Diana, but went straight to voicemail. I left a message saying that I'd call after 1600. Then I walked back to the Museum, where I spent the afternoon trying to track the labels on the specimens in the "Brazil" case in Wheeler [Ants – Their Structure and Behavior (1910)]. It was boring but informative.When I got "home," I sat and chatted with Mrs. Warren for a while. I knew she must have. She had always been precise with her timings and such. One day she got home a little late and she had a package under her arm. She didn’t say anything other than “hi” and “goodnight” she went into her room and smacked the door. I didn’t think much of it. the morning the day after she didn’t come out of her room until after 10 her hair was all messy and she went straight for the coffee I had made for us. She just looked at the cup and had this wired face almost like a grind on her mouth. She.