He nibbles my ear, grinding his cock into my hand, whispering... "How hungry? My load is strong and I will fill your hunger." I answer by rubbing my... thumb over the very wet head of his cock, looking directly into his eyes, suck my finger into my mouth.... then push at his shoulder, push him onto his back... climb on top of him, straddling his leg... I let my lips follow my hands from his neck where I kiss and bite him, graze my fingers over his chest...graze my fingers over his nipples,. As I approached about two thirds of the way around I noticed a section of the fence had been removed and a new gate had been installed, I checked it then moved on to complete my checks on the outside.Walking back to the new gate rather than going all the way around the front and in the side gate at the front seemed like a logical way to go as it was quicker.I was hoping that the rest of the gardens and outside of the property were equally maintained. I can hope for an easy day once in my life.I. I could see her becoming even more risk-averse, and that would create further conflict. But that was really just another symptom of the larger problem. Jessica was who she was, and it wasn’t likely she was going to change. And Kara wasn’t going to accept that. Impasse. Something had to give, but I had no idea how to navigate that path, or even if there really was a path to navigate.If I didn’t love Jessica, it would be easy to simply find some kind of modus vivendi where she was involved with. When we were done, I helped Clara clear the dishes. In the kitchen, out of sight of the dining room, Clara grabbed my crotch. She gave my cock and balls a quick rub and squeeze. “Nice junk,” she whispers.I chuckle and whisper, “Thanks.”When I returned to the dining room, Paul asks, “So, Carl, have you ever been inside a barn?”“No, I haven’t, “ he replied. “Clara, give Carl a tour. We’ll go downstairs and I’ll write Earl a check for the lumber.”We went downstairs into Paul’s office. He sat.