”“Every day I see more and more why you simply detest the government. And don’t trust them with anything.”“Exactly,” I said. “Well, we�...re here and it’s DAMNED cold. How about a kiss so I can get back home!”“See you tomorrow evening?” she said.“I hate that you took a 36-hour shift from a first year.”“Those are the breaks. Kiss me!”We kissed, and she headed inside. I made my way back home as quickly as possible, and took a VERY hot shower to try to warm up. Once I was warm again, I went to the. In any case, I doubted whether I would have the courage to approach her. I also considered another extreme possibility: I would break off my connection with her, Not go to her house or use her books, No longer engage in conversations with her. At the end of these reflections, I felt physically sick. The thought of breaking with my beloved was horrifying. Come what may, I had to press on, even if I did not know where I was going. It seems to be a rule of human nature that there comes a time in. We knew where we stood with each other, but some planning was needed. For starters, what would happen if we practiced at the house? Bernie and I both felt that the cave was much too far away to offer much protection. The last thing we wanted to do, would be to bring trouble to our folks. Their safety was the most important thing. Ann was the one who came up with the best solution."If there's not a big hairy hurry, why not go ahead and build the house we planned to for us next to the cave? If we. Somehow my fingers felt nice when I touched them. She stopped shouting for once and said.“You shouldn’t have gone that deep”“It is ok” I replied and continued grinding her ass with my fingers. All my four fingers were in her now and could touch occasionally what was inside her. Her hole also had loosened up by now and it wasn’t tight as before.“Enough, let me wash before you delve further,” she said.“Let me do it” I said. My hand was dripping shit when I took it out. Mom gave a disgusting look.