This time she slid her hands around to the front and started massaging my cock. As much as I wanted to fuck her, I couldn’t do that to my wife. I tu...rned to her and explained that this was something that I just couldn’t do. I told her I found her erotic and if there was ever a time that we could do this, I would ravage her. She said she understood and being faithful was no reason to feel bad. When we got back to the campsite, Ella and Kent were sitting there. Ella asked how things went and I. Todd’s tent didn’t stand up to the wind well, and he had a miserable wet night. The next morning, he crawled out of his nearly blown down tent and spent several minutes trying to get a fire started. He finally succeeded and made a pot of coffee, which he drank before preparing a venison and fried wild onion breakfast. While he was eating, he decided, as pleasant as the gravel bar was in nice weather, he needed to move his camp so weather and storms didn’t have as great an impact. He worried if. He had taken a step back and was relying on Mark to keep him updated, which of course he did but with his usual biased slant. To be brutally honest, my brother is dumb and so insular that he probably didn't even realise how the workers viewed him. That has already changed, Dad has reviewed Mark's role and isolated him from areas where he could cause too much harm. One of the areas that he has kept is Sales, as many of our customers like the idea that it is the owner's son that they deal with,. A day goes by and I finally see my new boss. It's Jonas, the Angolan. He invites me to the office and tells me that he plans to keep me as his secretary. I am kind of happy to hear that since I didn't like my old boss anyway. Everything was going well under Jonas, until one day he decided to text me while I was having dinner with my husband Nate. "Gina, I loved that short black skirt you wore today. You should show off your legs more often" he writes to me. "Honey, what are you reading?" Nate.