She used both hands as she washed all around my cock, not missing a spot. I watched as she cleaned my cock and moving to my balls. I couldn't help but... moan as she lightly squeezed each ball in her hand. She seemed to be very happy about the size as she was smiling the entire time. She lightly wrapped both hands around my cock and lightly brought both of them at the same time upwards. I moaned and she just smiled, continuing. She moved her hands slowly down my cock, and then let go. Slightly. I did when you lived here, but neither you nor I are the same person we were in 1980. All of my former silliness aside, if you asked me to marry you today, I’d say ‘maybe’, not ‘yes’. Why do you think I decided to go to school in Chicago?”I nodded, “Because we’re adults now, not kids, and you are different and I am different. You want to get to know me as an adult, not a sixteen year-old kid.”“Yes. I was fourteen then, and I was madly in love with you, but I couldn’t have you the way I. I could see the woods behind him through the three inch hole.The last fired as I was rising to my feet, nearly ripping my holster in two and knocking me down again. The brave must have thought he got me, because he rose up, his war cry echoing off the rocks. He stopped in mid yell, because I blew most of his jaw off. The next round took the rest of his head.The sudden stillness was deafening and it took me a minute to recover. I was going to have a hellacious bruise on my hip where he’d hit my. There was obviously going to be a next time because the drugs had left us particularly alert and sensitive to all aspects of the jungle. Again, Sybil and I confessed to each other that we had never experienced such a hypersensitive condition before. It seemed that our senses had become especially responsive to any aspects of the jungle and the cave. As Sybil and I snuggled together that next night we felt particularly enervated by our increased sensitivities. So much so that we accepted.