I remember Sam snapping some cell phone pics and then telling me to stay on my knees. I stroked my own cock while tasting the cum dripping off my lip..., and Sam had to be a dick and started pissing on me. It was warm and salty but not bad tasting. He really soaked me down, took a few more pics and left. I tried to get up but instead just fell back until I was laying flat on the ground in the puddle of cum and piss. The sun was out and there was a cool breeze that felt great. I just enjoyed. But I never heard nothing right out, about it, and old Bill was happier than I ever remembered him being, and, Hell, I was pretty happy my own self, as far as that goes.Things started goin' to Hell, though, with Mama, and there wasn't any way I could afford to have anybody in, full-time, to take care of her, and there wasn't any way I could just stay home with her all the time, neither.I had to tell Bill I couldn't come over, most of our nights, because Mama was too sick for me to leave her. Of course I forgot the monthly female cycle which might freak him out, but they could deal with that themselves.So the two of us travelled on without Tur, into the hills where iron working took place. I saw much that amazed me, the mining, the smelting, the forging and the alloys they used. They had found ways of mining that seemed much in sympathy with the environment; spoil was returned to the tunnels mixed with a type of clay which created a thixotropic reaction and set hard. So the spoil. He might just surprise you and want to switch." I have a question, I am afraid to ask," said Richard."What is it?" I asked."Have you had people in your program who didn't want toswitch back?" Richard asked"I would like to know what happens if one wants to switchback and one doesn't," asked Helen."I have had over forty couples who have decided not toswitch back, but never have I ever had a couple who wantedto switch back that haven't. I talk to each person involvedseparately and if I feel, for.