.But this is about what I want.I want to see you wank.I want to see your grin as you greet me, the twinkle in your eyes and the bulge in your trousers... as you stand and adjust the camera. I don't want chit-chat and "how was your day?"s, or countless flirtations and mutual ego-stroking.I want cock-stroking.So undo your belt and pull down your trousers. Get out your cock, and show me your meat. Are you hard, lad? Oh yes, nicely firming, growing and darkening, turgid and hot. Show me how you want. Before the government even knew it, I would be long gone, and they would be able to do absolutely nothing about it. If they even knew I had left, that is. The 'glitch' would not let itself be known unless someone deliberately looked at my passport in the Passport's computer, and saw the 'glitch', via their computer.The next day I called my attorney. He said that he had not been able to get anywhere with the US attorneys office, and that the protection was likely to stay until a judge ordered it. Mosquitoes!What the hell, we lit the driftwood fire and broke out the beer. The only remaining problem was how to get eight people close to the fire and still get enough of the smoke to keep those damn mosquitoes away.Jean and I drew the short straw, and ended up on the upwind side with no protection. In Alaska, this is serious. Our solution at first was to pull up our jackets (evenings in Alaska are cool), pull up the zippers and try to keep the mosquitoes away from our faces.After the first. Alex pressed her to the bed and my fingers gently pressed against her mound, she moaned in delight. "I'm so fucking horny, honey I want to touch that cock, his long fat dick." Her words were slurred, she had knocked down quite a few at the bar, we all had. "You want to feel his dick, baby is that what you want? You would like to stroke him, I want to touch him too sweetie, I want to watch you two play." He said while going to sit in the chair. His dick was hard, the head purple a drop.