This thing has been waving around half-erect all day. Does she arouse you that much?Yes. I half-whimpered as the pleasure grew, biting my lip.I’m gl...ad. Just relax. Think about whatever you like.My mind was a riot of thoughts and images. Being with mother. With Zuri. Being with both of them. Lying under the tree, I could smell their unique scents: the warm salt-and-musk of my sister sleeping quietly not half a meter from me, and the flowers and-herbs smell of my mother, the scent brushed onto. And a bad liar. What's the deal, Faith? First you cut off my smooches, now you're going to ditch me. I think I'm starting to develop major abandonment issues," she fussed, glancing around the kitchen crossly in a drab attempt to obscure her glistening pupils. Her voice grew silent, "Is this too much to handle? Or is there… is there someone else?" B--" Just go, Faith. I don't want an explanation now, I don't think I can handle one," she sniffled, averting her eyes to the floor. "Could you watch. “I'll go in first and I will sat the words, and you each should file in. “Roger that.” One marine said as the others nodded outside the door.I entered the room alone with my wife looking somewhat surprised that I didn't have anything with me.“Baby what was the surprise?” she asked as I walked over to the corner of the room.“Marines.....Fall in!” I called out. My wife looked over to the door dropping her mouth in shock as she saw the five muscular men file into the bedroom. The each lined up so. It was financial year end and she told me that she had put together a team of local high school kids to assist with the tedious stock take in the grain warehouse. The grain warehouse owned and managed by Ryan Peters contained bags of hog feed, chicken corn, alfalfa pellets, cattle feed all stacked and stored in gigantic orderly peaks in the vast multi storey warehouse. Debbie was to oversee the annual stock counting with Ryan on Saturday and she said it would probably run into late Saturday.