There it peters out into a network of forest tracks and an unofficial rail crossing pre war foresters had made over the embankment with a bulldozer. O...n the other side is a clearing and a woodsmen’s cottage. It’s a sturdy structure of whole logs, simply furnished for lumber teams. Exploring one day, we came upon the cabin which was occupied by a half dozen British soldiers. We drove there in our little Commer truck - a prize we came upon that must have had an interesting story.Three months ago. I came up coughing and gasping. "Jodie! I told you you couldn't come out here. Now GET OUT!" he yelled.I was so mad I wanted to scream. But I knew I'd start crying and I didn't want to do that. So, with all the dignity I could muster, I put my feet on the bottom and stood up. Boy that air was cold! I felt my nipples stiffen up.Oh, I don't think I mentioned my nipples. For some reason only a geneticist could tell, I have these ... odd ... nipples. While my breasts are only the size of soft. Loving? Get real! I am a very sexual, very sensual, and very bisexual man and why on earth I married a woman whose idea of sexual relations was a ten minute semi-annual event I will never know! After our son was born, the idea of sex was the furthest thing from her mind (sex was just for making babies she told me.) We disagreed, we argued, we went to counseling. I had long term affairs and many one night stands. From an insider’s viewpoint, by the time the marriage ended it had been on its. Another little voice in my head started whispering that I was supposed to go slow. I groaned and gently pushed him back until our lips parted. His eyes were wide with desire, and I know my heat matched his. I didn't try to dislodge his hand from cupping my breast and my nipple was achingly stiff, digging into his palm through the hospital gown. "I don't want to stop," I whispered, "but I need to."His warm breath on my cheek sent enough sparks through me that I almost gave back in and used my.