"PSM! You can service me in public whenever you want! Well, you may not want to for the next day or three."As we drove home, I retold the tale. We dec...ided to be modest, not ostentatious. I'd keep the medal in its box, not on my lapel. We also talked about 'the Evans Plan' — speculating on what it might be. Neither of us had an idea.Rob was quite congratulatory when we got home. I was tired so I went to bed after having a small snack. Sunday morning at breakfast I learned that Rob was nearly. “Are you up ye-” she gasps as she walks in on me examining myself. “Whoa. What are you doing?” I look over at her, in clothes, and immediately flash back to my dream last night. Her supple lips wrapped around my shaft, making suction noises. “I…,” I respond at a loss for words. “I had a really weird dream. I was just checking to see if my body did anything while I was sleeping.” “You mean you had a wet dream, and you’re checking to see if you nutted in your sleep.” “Yeah.” “Okay.” She. If anyone drove a vehicle over that bridge, I wanted to know about it. I finished setting up my tripwire, and headed to the house. When I arrived I went around to the front door, and went inside. Everything looked normal, with the exception of having power. After I grabbed a few more blankets and packed up my dry and canned food; I headed down to the cellar. I whispered for the girls as I opened the doors, I could hear them all let out a sigh of relief. I closed and latched the doors behind me.. I had already positioned myself so that he could easily put his armaround me, hold my hand, or even kiss me. I was definitely sendinghim signals of encouragement. His fingers inched closer and closer tomine. Eventually, he reached my hand and began softly rubbing hisfingertips across the back of my hand. The light, teasing sensationdistracted me from the film, and I missed most of the rest of themovie while I concentrated on the sensuous contact.We had a short intermission between the first.