She started crying. Body racking sobs. Tears started flowing down her face, ruining her carefully done makeup. I got up and sat down next to her, patt...ing her back in a slightly distant but comforting manner.“You ... You are ... happy...” she sobbed.“Yes, I am very happy. Life hasn’t been perfect, but it has been good. I made mistakes. I’m trying to clean some of the big ones up. But yes, Suzie, truly, I am very happy.”She suddenly hugged me, crying even harder. The scent of that sickening. I got the sense that he felt uneasy around large crowds and loud music and we stepped out onto the balconey. It was during casual converstion that I made the bold step to slip my hand into his pocket. I was not entirely sure what reaction this may provoke and might bring everything to an abrupt end but when he smiled I felt more confident and rubbed his cock. His suit was expensive and obviously tailored to contain his bulky body. I got his cock quite hard but he suddenly withdrew my hand. I want you to ride me." He sat on the couch and I stood on the couch and lowered my ass until I could feel him entering me and I rode him while squatting on my feet. It was amazing to have that kind of control. I rode him for a little longer until I remembered the guy that I had been blowing. I looked around and he was behind me, jacking off while watching us fuck. I said, "Stand up here so I can suck your dick." He said, "No. I have a better idea." He grabbed a tube of lube and slathered his. Just before I fell asleep I felt kissed by her spirit.Wednesday morning, I ran on the dirt roads and trails near my campsite and then did my exercises. Exercise had become so important to me early in my Army training; I came to see it as a vital activity that would save me in tough situations. Now, I knew those tough situations could be both physical and dangerous, such as what I'd experienced with that farmer at his burning barn, as well as mental, such as how my hard runs were helping me heal.