It feels strange and at the same time rather nice as it greases her sides. She knows what is ahead, and hope it is as enjoyable as when Donald had his... fingers up in her or sitting on the plugs. It is a bit bigger and longer.“Emma, I am going to spank you some first, just to get you to feel the paddle again, and then I will turn it to its other use,” Donald explains to her.She feels the paddle rubbing over both ass cheeks and then the first spank comes, making her jump a little at the. She tried to think quickly what her next steps should be, since she was deep into the woods. Listening for what seemed like a minute, she finally calmed down, hearing no footsteps. She then realized how badly she had to pee, so she undid her pants and hovered over the toilet, relieving herself. As she reached for the toilet paper, she looked up seeing the door swing open sharply. She froze, her head still reeling, her pants still around her calves. "Hey, sweetie, there you are. I can smell your. He’s shirtless, which can only mean that he used the hose out back to wash off. His chest, and the sprinkling of dark hair there, gleams with water droplets. His long thick legs are still encased in the denim jeans he wore but the material’s obviously wet and clinging to every contoured muscle. Thankfully he’s concentrating on drying his arms with one of the heavy duty towels he keeps in the garage and doesn’t catch my eyeballs popping out of their sockets. Of course, I’d seen him like this. It was never just the sex. He makes me feel things—frustration, anger, affection, pride, lust, desire. Not only the negative emotions but some positive ones too. I feel alive.And I think it is time I let someone in again. It's him, Shannon. And I know you understand.I poured myself a small dribble of bourbon and sipped it slowly. I wasn't saying goodbye to my wife, but I was letting her know that things had changed for me. I had a lover upstairs, more than a lover. A friend, a companion who was.