That it was the young black thug with his obscenely large package who’d been vigorously doing the pounding.……………My wife and I awoke the ne...xt morning, our Sunday brunch day, to find the sun beaming in through the window. “Oh look,” she exclaimed, “what a beautiful day. We must go have a pic-nick this afternoon.”“Yes,” I agreed, “we could go for a stroll down by the river.”My wife assessed the situation….“After we’ve had a shower, I’ll start preparing brunch, and you can nip to the store and get. .." and her eyes filled with tears.It was then that her decision to separate came back to his mind. He felt confused. If she was set on leaving why was she so upset?She must have seen his expression change and inferred that he had remembered their situation."Mike," she said seriously, "I'm sorry for what I said on Sunday night. I was wrong. I had already reconsidered after you said that if we separated, whoever was doing these things had won. I waited for you to come to bed, but you took so. She looked cross and her cane flicked across the swollen glans. “Get that under control.” I glanced up to see Alison smiling and her eyes were locked on to my throbbing member. I began to smile back but Miss flicked the cane across my cock again making me yell out. “Come round to this side of the stool and bend over Mike,” she said sternly. I walked round, facing Alison as I squeezed through between where she stood and the stool so that my cock pushed against her thigh and bush before I. Fortunately, one was on hand; loaned to me by a neighbouring farmer. I was not sure what they thought they were going to get for it in return, but I promised to bring it back in one piece and thanked them kindly. Directions were the next thing I needed and Emily was quick off the mark to show me how to get there.And so it was, that on one misty morning, I started off up the South path to the mountains. I was told that it was quicker but a little steeper, and since it was just myself and a.