He had heard the same thing before and he knew theminute they were out the doors they would go right back to what theydid before. But that wasn't what... concerned him. It was looking over theroom and matching the people that he knew and seeing them where theyused to be rather than where they should be. It made a cold chill crawldown his spine and even though he wanted to leave he couldn't make hislegs rise or his feet carry him away.It seemed like it was forever, but the service eventually ended. We are not saying much at all and I cannot believe I am actually doing this. Not really sure what all I am doing but trying to be free to explore and live in the moment. I found a place and parked. I leaned over and kissed him. As we are kissing my hand goes to his cock again and I am trying to get his jeans undone. He helps me and pulls his jeans down some. I take out his cock and using my hand on him as we are kissing. I am moving my hips some and feeling the ben wa balls still in me. This is. The food is right good, an' ya kin eat at her table without livin' at her house. Several businessmen do that." Where is the jail. I'll take a look." The bartender handed me a key and told me how to find the jail, which was less than a block away. He also gave me directions to Widow Anson's boarding house. I went to take a look at the jail and the attached "apartment." It looked adequate for my needs, and it had its own privy and well. The boarding house was only a short walk away, so I went. My wife had given me the option of her being Christian’s dessert, only if I felt comfortable to do so.With the main course finished, Linda told Christian to take a seat in the lounge, whilst she and I loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. When we were alone, in the kitchen, Linda came up to me and whispered in my ear. “So, the question is, do you want me to go further with Christian?”“Why not,” I replied quickly. The speed of my response didn’t go unnoticed by Linda either!Linda.