His shirt was streaked with acrylics and tempura from the day's work, though sometimes she wondered if he just doused himself with colors to look busy.... Not likely, though, not for the man who'd just won the Art Director's Soho showing."Hi, that's better," he said softly right in her ear this time."Mmmmmm... much better," she purred as his hands coursed over her knotted shoulders. "You can do that all you like."Phillip's fingers sneaked playfully down the ridge of her spine, rubbing the tiny. But, his hand covers my hand, slowing my pace. "No rushing today, Penelope," he says softly.My eyes seek out the massive oak trunks all around us and I can't help but draw a comparison. Just as they climb towards the sun, his thick cock reaches for something also. I love the feel of him lengthening in my hand. As I spy tiny drops of dew on the flowers around us, I notice his drop of pre-cum emerging from his mushroom head. Bending my head, I lick it up with my tongue, savoring its sweet taste.. I replied back saying I'm sure we can make a plan and put a smiley face.I then relaxed in the bath resting my body before getting out and drying off. I got dressed putting on comfortable pants and top with out any underwear and made my way downstairs to the kitchen table, where I went through emails and some work. It soon reached time to fetch my daughter and after picking her up we came home where we ate and I bathed her and just on 20h00 she fell asleep and I tugged her into bed. I climbed. We loaded everything and went west figuring to ride for a couple of days and then return. That's what we did. We saw no sign of people anywhere. We tried to cover towns that might have survivors as well as enough farm lands to give a real chance of seeing someone. Four days later, we were back ready to head north on the next morning. We had both noticed that the weather was cooler than we would have in the south. Over the next four days, we went through Augusta and into Belfast. There was no.