"I'm glad to see you too, sweetie," Kim said. "Let's go get your bags so we can go home, 'kay?" Yesssss!"The three of us looked happy, I would imagine... heading through the terminal towards the baggage claim area. I noted that Vicki was holding Kim's hand, not mine. Interesting. I was the absent dad. Kim was the new friend. This could be a good thing, or it could be because I had a bag in each hand. Still, she was holding onto Kim's hand, smiling as we walked out of the terminal.I was making. I start to watch them make out like teenagers and can feel my cock harden. She removes his towel and begins to stroke him while making out. He's grabbing her ass. She pushes him back and slowly kisses down his abs to his cock. She gives me a glance and smirks after looking at my shorts becoming wet with pre-cum. Still stroking him off, she angles herself towards me with an inviting look. “Get over here.” Never be told twice. She guides me between his legs and, with the look on his face and the. The muddy road was lined on both sides with shacks, tents, and shipping containers modified to makeshift buildings; the homes of the 512 men that lived here.A kilometer up the road was Lumber Mill Number 4 and the place where he worked, no one was forced to work in this bone breaking work low Tech Lumber Mill, no one was forced to be on one of the lumberjack teams or the log drag gangs, but it gave you something to do and it provided you with a meager salary everyone here spend mostly on the. He was in there, running his hands through his moist and soapy hair, water running reluctantly off his smooth silky skin. His whole presence suggested tangled white bed sheets and hot erotic afternoons. It was part of his hold over me, the ability and skill to create a myth, approachable sexuality without ever having to talk or touch anyone. I was powerless under his spell. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him for a few minutes, entranced; I could feel my nipples hardening and feel.