He climbed over her, putting his stiffening erection, still concealed in his boxerbriefs, between her legs. She threw her head back in excitement and ...nticipation, But Michael was not yet ready to make love. He told her to roll over on his back, while he poured massage oil into his hands. He began relaxing her by rubbing his thumbs in a circular motion on her back and digging his fingertips gently into her muscles. He massaged her upper thighs and buttocks, causing her to be more eager to feel. "Anyway, I've stayed active and kept up with things. I knew that you'd come back to get me. Why did you go?" Sorry, Al, I just didn't think. I got fed up with the whole ruling thing. I had to go back to a quieter life. I never thought of you; I thought that by taking one part, you'd automatically shut-down. I didn't know you'd still be active." Hey, Boss, don't worry so much, I got along okay, Sorry about your son, though; he was a good guy." Thanks, Al. let's have a few words with my other. Her eyes widen when I talk about the waffles, chocolate, and beer. Us foodies have to stick together. ‘Has your Scandinavian hottie left?’ ‘Nope.’ I tilt the screen and show her a sleeping Leo. ‘Still here. I have no clue how long it’s going to last but I’m enjoying it while I can.’ ‘That’s what you gotta do. But damn, my parents would never let me do that.’ ‘Which part? The backpacking or the guy?’ ‘Both.’ We laugh even as I confess, ‘Mine either. I sort of fudged my program end date.’ . My parents let me go to his house, only because they thought it was an innocent relationship. They had never expected me to.. you know.. do it with him. And honestly, I never expected me to either. When we got to his place, we discovered that his parents werent home. He had remembered later on that they were going out to dinner, it was a Friday night after all. It was about 5:30pm, and because my parents trusted me, I didnt have to be home until 7:00pm. After ten minutes of looking for.