We spent most summer weekends there, swimming, boating, and doing what people do on a lake. My in-laws would often go there the day before people were... arriving to clean it up, get groceries, etc. I was at work one summer Friday afternoon, and the boss decided to let everyone out early. It was noon, and I was excited to beat the traffic. I called my wife to say I was out early, and headed to the lake house. We had planned to drive separately because my work was 40 minutes from home in the. I want our longing not to be spoken but for us to use our body in our act of love. I want to bring you closer to me... bring you inside of me slowly. I want to forget about fast climax focused sex, but simply and purely to cover your body with mine. I want your hands to move over me, treasuring every detail, love on every imperfection while I learn your whole body in complete detail. I want you... I want to feel the physical proof of your arousal pressed intimately against me, before. What else? What about an early publication?Angela shook her head. It was far too soon for a paper and that made it look like the whole thing was further on than she wanted it to appear, but what about something for the next British Association meeting? Some sort of short presentation maybe. Perhaps a flyer for the attendees outlining the areas that she is working on? That might be a possibility...So, thinks Angela, what are we going to do? The first challenge is to get the little bitch back at. He was apparently still half asleep.“Look down there.”Ron looked down toward the water and then mumbled something undistinguishable under his breath.There near the shore stood a large black bear. In his mouth was piece of the fish remains from our previous evening’s meal.“Holy cow,” Ron exclaimed.“Why don’t you go down there and try to take it away from him,” I said.“Are you crazy? I guess I should have put those remains farther from camp. It’s good we’re leaving this morning.”“You got that.