Chapter 11: A Confession
We spent the day together, Hank doing some jobs around the estate, with me helping him. It was all very peaceful. I didn’t bring up the question of going into town to use the phones there and neither did he. We just enjoyed the day.
It was only when we were lying together in bed that evening, him behind me as usual, his c**k-head pressing gently against my thigh, that I felt the urge to bring up the subject of the future. I murmured something of this to myself.
“What’s that?” he asked sleepily.
Hank’s voice was always sexiest when he was sleepy, and I shifted my position now, pushing back, but only slightly, so that the head pressed between the cheeks, but not as far as the sphincter.
I heard him grunt and shift, too. I also had the impression he was waking up
