Weekend Trip With My Neighbor - Part 3 free porn video

Upon returning to the lake house after checking out on boat, I found Mark had already gotten up from his post session nap and was sitting at the kitchen table sipping from a bottle of water. Still naked, he appeared to have showered and shaved already.

“I assume the marina restaurant is very casual, right?” I asked.

“Yes Sir, anything is fine. Just shirt and shoes required, and no wet bathing suits.” He confirmed.

I told him I was going up to shave and take another quick shower and then we’d head out. I told him to get dressed himself and to wear baggy shorts and no underwear. He seemed very pleased that I was telling what to wear, and not wear as we went to get ready.

By the time I had gotten ready, he was just coming out of the garage with a couple of coolers, one small enough to a six pack, and the other a larger soft sided yeti. He explained that the large one contained a few freezer paks to keep the supplies we purchased at least semi frozen on the return trip. The other smaller one was for bottled water and a few beers.

“That’s a great idea, I hadn’t even considered how we’d get frozen pizzas back here without them thawing out. We definitely need to make sure we replace everything, so we can hopefully use the lake house again. Where’s your golf ball?” I asked.

“Right here Sir,” he responded while patting the front pocket of his shorts. “I wasn’t sure if I would need it for the trip over to the marina and back, but I figured it was better to have it, just in case.”

“Yes it’s best to be prepared” I replied with a wide smile.

I grabbed my toy bag, took one of the coolers from him and we headed down to the boat. While I untied the lines securing the the boat to the dock, Mark turned the key to power up the outboard. I slipped off my shorts as I settled in on one of the benches close to the control console where he was easing the throttle forward and guiding the pontoon boat from its skip. I motioned to him to follow my lead and he raised his ass high enough off of the seat to get his shorts off as well. I noticed that he was already fully erect.

“There doesn’t seem to be many other boats on the lake today, is that normal?” I asked over the low roar of the engine.

“Yeah, even though the weather is still very nice, the lake population drops considerably after Labor Day.” he explained. “It’s nice here anytime, but I really like it when it less crowded.”

He glanced over at noticed that with my legs spread, I was leisurely stroking myself and tugging on my ball sack. I was wearing a double aluminum ring that tightly encircled just my balls. It was very decadent feeling to be out of the lake on such a perfect day and to be stroking my cock so freely.

“Sir? If you want to take the wheel, I could take care of that for you” he suggested, nodding towards my hard cock. “We just head straight to the far end of the lake to the marina.”

“I have to say, I’m very surprised how much you have turned into a complete cock slut. It’s making the weekend even better than expected!” I told his as I got up to take the control.

“Just keep to the inside of those markers,” he said pointing to white and green channel marker near the shore off the right side of the boat. Giving me room to set down, he asked if I wanted a beer. I replied that we should stick to water for now, since we’d likely have a few with our meal, and didn’t want to overdue the alcohol.

After he’d gotten us the bottled water, I turned my chair slightly and had him kneel between my spread legs.

He leaned forward to take me into his opening mouth. “No mouth, just use your hands for now” I instructed him. “Edge my cock like a good slut and maybe you’ll be allowed to have it in your hungry mouth.” I said keeping one eye on him and the other on our course.

He took me into his hands and began stroking slowly, with a fairly light grip. Intently focused on nothing except my hard throbbing meat. Whenever a droplet of fresh precum appeared from the tip, his fingers would spread it over the red swollen head. Each time he saw some of the clear slick fluid oozing out, I observed him licking his lips, almost in anticipation of getting a taste.

“Use your tongue on my balls, just the balls and keep hand stroking that cock” I directed. “Watch your teeth around those rings, I don’t want you to chip a tooth,” I said jokingly.

“Yes Sir! I’d have a hard time explaining that to my wife,” he laughed as he lowered his mouth to my shaven balls, bathing them with his tongue while he continued sliding his hand up and down the length of my hard shaft.

Glancing down, I could see that precum was freely leaking from his own untouched cock. So much so that there was already a small pool of it on the deck between his knees.

“Stand up, slut,” I told him, “stroke both cocks together” I directed, as I spread my legs wider to allow him to get close enough to bring our cocks into contact. He had to squat a little awkwardly, but pressed close and began to mimic my actions from yesterday. Rubbing the slick cockheads together, mingling the pre that he’d pumped from our cocks. Balancing carefully on the moving boat, he wrapped his hands around both shafts and pressed the undersides together while slowly jacking up and down.

“I don’t know what’s hotter, how good that makes my cock feel, or how fucking erotic it is watching you edge those cocks like that.” I pondered. Trying to keep an eye on the water, something ahead caught my attention. “Hey there’s some other buoy looking things up there, should I steer the one side or the other?” I asked, pointing to the orange markers.

Looking up only for a second, he continued to frott our cock and replied “either side is okay, those are just slalom markers for tubing and water skiers” returning his full attention to the hard cock filling his hands. “Sir? Imagine how great it would be to be able to share a hot pussy like this! Stretching her hole with two cocks at once, like in the DP porn videos.” His cock seemed to throb even more with that idea. I thought that I might be able to at least simulate the act of double penetrating a tight cunt.

“Hand me my bag” I said, motioning to where I’d tossed it when getting aboard. “Let’s do a little experimenting”

He handed me the bag and returned to his position between my legs and resumed stroking our hard cocks, one against the other. Still keeping an eye on our course, I reached into the bag and retrieved a small tube of lube and a fleshlight. This particular fleshlight, aptly name “Turbo” had multiple entry points. In addition to the center hole, there were three other openings, each of the three provided a different sensation as you slid your cock into first of of the peripheral holes before continuing to force your cock into the main center flesh like tube. I took the lube and applied a liberal amount to the toys openings and instructed him to hold our cocks slightly apart, and to line them up with two of the openings as I guided the fleshlight. At first it seemed to be impossible to squeeze us both in at the same time, that the center hole wouldn’t open enough. Taking a different approach, I first slid my slick cock into the holes until almost the entire length was inside. Then I tilted the toy back towards my body, exposing the end of the fleshlight to Mark.

“Okay, now try. See if you’re able to get past that initial tight opening. I think once we’re both in its going to work.” I directed.

In this position he was able to penetrate the hole with surprising ease. Holding the toy motionless on my shaft I felt his cockhead pop through and slid up the underside of my shaft. He stepped even closer and pushed himself deeper into the tube. I leaned back slightly, causing our ball to be pressed together. I told him to take the toy and to start to slowly jack it over our contained cock.

“Oh Sir! This is so wild! I think I can feel your pulse I’m so tight against you” he exclaimed.

“No too fast, use very short strokes and try to keep at least two or three inches inside.” I cautioned, not wanting either to slip out.

The combined heat of our cocks compacted in the fleshlight was incredible I’d experienced DPs before in the distant past, but never with both cocks in the same orifice, without that thin membrane separating pussy and anal cavity. The sensation was so very intense, I knew that neither of us were going to be able to take this for any length of time. I allowed him to steadily fuck the toy up and down on our cocks for another ten minutes or so and then told him that was enough for the time being.

After he’d pulled us from the fleshlight, he wiped up the excess lube and pre that had coated our cocks and we gave our edges a few minutes to subside.

Soon I could now see the first hint of the far end of the the lake and not ready to reach our destination yet, I pulled back on the throttle and killed the engine as the boat coasted to a stop, gently bobbing in the calm waters.

“Time for your appetizer, slut,” I told Mark as I guided him back to his knees. “Show me how much you have grown to love a hot cock in your mouth” He was quickly on his knees again, and immediately began to attack my cock with his tongue, licking every inch of the shaft and head, leaving my cock wet with his saliva, glistening in the sunlight. I expected him to take me in quickly, forcing it deep with one stroke. But he was taking his time, gently sucking on first just the very tip, working the point of his tongue into my pissslit. His warm wet mouth moved lower until his lips were wrapped tightly around my cock, just beneath the head. Reaching down, I grasped my cock at the base and pumped up once, feeling his tongue slurp up the resulting gush of precum.

“Mmm thank you Sir! “ he mumbled from around the cock in his mouth.

Pressing down on his head I urged him to take more of my cock and he eagerly compiled, sliding his mouth lower with each stroke, while slowly yet steadily increasing his speed as well as the amount of suction that he was applying to my now spit covered cock. When I finally felt the back of his throat I was again expecting at least a little bit of gagging, but he seemed to have mastered the technique of getting his throat open to except my cock. I wondered to myself if he’d be able to take a larger cock as easily.

Feeling myself getting close to the point of no return, I took his head firmly in my hands as took control of his pace, slowing the speed of his sucking mouth considerably. He slurped up as much of the saliva mixed with precum as he could, but he was unable to keep up and it was dripping from my balls. Pulling his mouth off my cock, I directed him, “clean up your mess slut,” pushing him lower to let him slurp my tightly ringed ball sack, before pulling him back up to continue his mouth work on my cock.

“Alright that’s enough cock for you, for now” I told him. “Stand up slut, and let me have a taste of MY COCK” I instructed him. As he stood in front of me, I took his thick cock in my hand and guided him to my mouth. Capturing his cockhead between my lips, I reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him forward and taking his hot, dripping cock fully into my mouth in one stroke. Holding him deep I started to make a swallowing motion with the back of my throat, a little trick my wife used on me sometimes. If the result was the same, it felt like his cockhead was being milked and constricted by my throat. His guttural moans seemed to confirm the success of my attempt and just as I was about to stop my cocksucking, thinking he would be getting close soon, especially so soon after our fleshlight play.

I heard him in a panicked voice, “ORANGE ... oh ORANGE!!”

Taking my mouth from his cock I watched it throbbing in front of my face, waiting to see if I’d stopped soon enough. I was ready to get my mouth around his quivering rod at the first sign of his ejaculation and not let his hot load go to waste. I should have paid more attention to how aroused he’d become. The time he’d spent servicing my hard cock has apparently primed him and he wasn’t able to take much oral stimulation once I had him in my mouth.

“Oh Sir I was so close, I’m sorry I didn’t let you know sooner”. he apologized. His impending climax seemed to be subsiding, Although I continued to watch still throbbing cock.

“That’s okay, it looks like you were able to hold your edge.” I assured him “Besides, I should have been more observant of your condition as well. No harm done. Get a towel and some of the water and clean us up a little, while I get us close to the marina. Then you can dock us, I don’t want to crash your uncle’s boat!” I joked as I started up the engine and eased the throttle forward.

After he’d cleaned up the results of our oral exchange and we’d slipped our shorts back he took the controls and guided us into the marina. While somewhat larger and more elaborate than I’d expected, the lack of boats occupying the available slips confirmed that the lake saw little activity in the off season. Easing the pontoon boat into an empty slip, we went about securing it to the dock.

“Sir, before we go ashore, how should I conduct myself?” he inquired. “If it’s ok with you I’d prefer to continue to be subservient. I’ll be discreet of course. I won’t do anything flamboyant or bring attention to us.” continued. “I’d like it if you decided what I ordered and what I was permitted to drink.”

I had not considered that we’d continue the power exchange in public and quickly considered the situation. The fact that no one here knew anything about me was a plus. I asked him, “you’re not concerned about someone who knows you mentioning seeing you and saying something to your relatives.” He responded that it was not likely that anyone would ever connect him to the lake house.

“And if they did Sir, it wasn’t like was I going to be sucking your cock under the table.” He replied jokingly.

“Well I’m certainly comfortable continuing on, as long as you are, but I’ll be the one that decides if I will allow you to service my cock under the table” I retorted, trying to sound stern.

We headed up the dock way towards the restaurant. The building was built along the edge of the water, overlooking the vast marina. A long covered outdoor deck lined the length of building and appeared deserted. Mark pointed out the general store off to the left of the lodge and suggested that we do the shopping after lunch.
Entering the relatively dim restaurant we were immediately greeted by a cute young hostess and given the choice of seating in the bar, dining room or out on the deck. I chose the outside area and we were shown to a table at the rail, with a great view of the marina and the lake beyond.

As we were seated, she let us know that our server would be out soon and placed a menu in front of each of us.

Reaching for the menu in front of Mark, I politely said “thank you very much, one will be enough” handing the menu back to her, “this is the perfect view. I’m so surprised that you’re not busier.” She didn’t seem to think anything about only wanting one menu and repeated the explanation of the deserted lake.

Our waitress arrived just as the young hostess returned to the interior of the restaurant. Also very attractive, about thirty years old, of average height, she had short dark hair and breasts that her uniform top was struggling to contain. I strained to keep my eyes on hers, as she welcomed us and asked if we wanted something from the bar. I glanced briefly at the menu and told her that I wanted a schooner of the IPA list and that my friend would have a beer as well, but the light blonde ale.

“Well Oky then” she sounded a little amused, seeming to look for some sign that perhaps Mark was unable to speak on his own. He just sort of nodded and she continued, “I’ll have those right out, and give you time to check out the menu.”

When she was gone I asked him what was good there, anything that he recalled being exceptional.

“I usually have the catfish platter,” he replied “but I’ve never heard a complaint from anyone. Everyone raves about the shrimp too. They have a great reputation, considering that there’s now competition for business on the lake. It’s here or cooking yourself.”

As I perused the extensive menu, I asked nonchalantly, “I wonder what it would take to get our waitress to go for a boat ride with us? Do you think you would have enough stamina to serve the both of us?” I teased, enjoying seeing him blush with the idea.

“I really doubt that I would survive, but would give almost anything to find out! I can only imagine how those tits would feel with our two cocks between those.”

“Shhuss” I warned him quietly, seeing her coming back carrying a tray with our beers.

Setting our beers in front of us, she asked “Are y’all ready to order or are you still deciding?”

“Yes, we’re ready.” I replied. “I’ll have the shrimp platter with fries and he will have the bacon burger, medium well and a side of the potato salad. And another round of beers with the meal, please”. Smiling and not even looking towards Mark I added “and my friend was wondering if you would like to go for a boat ride after your shift?”

Not even missing a beat, she smiled and replied “Oh really? He hasn’t uttered a word that I could hear, but what I’m wondering is it your wives would be joining us on our little boat ride?” Indicating the rings we both were wearing.

“Our wives didn’t make this trip and it’s just an innocent evening boat ride, enjoying the great weather while it lasts” I tried sounding innocent, but she wasn’t buying it.

“Oh I’ve been around here long enough to know that not much of the innocent variety happens on this lake after dark” she replied with a smile. “But I definitely appreciate the offer!” as she went to put our order in.

Once she was gone Mark finally spoke, “What if she’d said yes? I didn’t think you would actually ask her!”

“Well I was mostly just flirting a little, I didn’t think for a second she’d take me up on the invitation.” I replied. “I don’t know honestly. When we started edging together, we sort of justified it, telling ourselves it wasn’t really cheating on our wives. It was just masturbating and watching porn together, no contact. In the past two days we’ve definitely crossed into “cheating” territory, at least in my opinion. So I guess on the 2-3% chance she’d accepted, I’d have just gone with it and saw how things went”. I told him.

Taking a sip of his beer, he asked “Sir? How long have you been into BDSM, if I can ask.”

“I’ve been interested in a variety of kinks for as long as I can remember,” I replied, “I didn’t really get deeply involved in-depth until after my first marriage ended. We’d been together for f******n years and with no k**s, should have divorced years sooner. Anyway, afterwards I was free to explore the options open to me and started frequenting BDSM chat rooms and eventually in person events, they used to be called “munches”, just informal get togethers to meet others over coffee. After awhile I met a play submissive, she went by the lifestyle name of “kitkat”, a young woman who lead a ordinary daily life, but liked to occasionally be dominated sexually as well as be physically restrained and to be spanked or caned very hard.”

Taking a drink, I continued “I was initially very hesitant to play as hard as she wanted, and she was very much into pain. I’ve been really been much of a sadist, but if that’s what a submissive wants or needs to get her enjoyment from a session, I’ve grown to be more than capable of providing it. It’s amazing how certain people react to stimulus that would have most begging for it to stop. After several sessions with “kitkat” I decided that I wanted a more permanent relationship, not just occasional sessions. Eventually I met a woman in a chat room and we developed a very close relationship. After a couple of trips to spend time together, I eventually moved to Texas and we lived together. It didn’t take long to realize that was a mistake, the sex and D/s was all we could agree on. Every part of her life seemed to thrive on chaos and disorder. The benefits of the great sex and play was overwhelmed by everything else.

Keeping an eye out for the waitress, I continued on, “Even though we were only together for a couple of months, it was definitely worth the gained experience. I learned a lot about what seemed to work for me and areas that I either needed more experience, and some to avoid altogether. I continued to attend events and even some public play parties. I read just about anything I could find on the subject both online and from books.

Then I met my wife, in a BDSM chat room. She direct messaged me and told me that she’d noticed from my profile that we lived very close and should meet sometime. She was even less experienced than I was in the lifestyle, and declined an invitation to the next “munch” fearful that someone might recognize her. Unable to convince her that it was pretty tame and unlikely to attract any unwanted attention, we made a dinner date for the next weekend. Between the time we made the date and the day actually arrived, we’d spent hours and hours chatting online, we’d really built up the sexual tension, based upon her desire to become a better submissive and mine to expand on my growth as a dominant. Her real life experience, outside of the chat rooms, consisted of a single meeting of a supposed dom, who had instructed her to come to his hotel room and once there directed her to kneel, crawl across the room and suck his cock. The whole experience took less than ten minutes and he told her to leave and wait further “orders”. Before she’d closed the door she knew she’d never hear from him again. When I asked about how she felt afterwards, she said that while it was happening, following his direction to suck his cock it felt very liberating. She quickly realized he was just posing as a means to easy sex. But didn’t regret the event and told herself that it was a good learning experience.

I spotted the waitress coming out to bring the fresh beers “Here you go, and the food will be right out” as she took our empties.

Once she was out of earshot, I continued. “It wasn’t that I wasn’t looking for great sex, I just wanted it to be a result of some very hot D/s play.

When the evening of our date arrived, I made sure to arrive at the restaurant ahead of her. Already seated, as I saw her enter I stood to greet her as she approached the table. After a brief kiss, I handed her a small satin pouch and quietly instructed her to go to the restroom, examine the contents of the pouch and to follow the instructions she would find inside.

Now the waitress was on her way over with our meal, and I suddenly realized how hungry I was. After asking if we needed anything else, she again left us alone on the deck after assuring us she’d be back to make sure everything was alright.

“What was in the pouch?” he asked, ignoring the plate in front of him.

I slipped my sandal off of one foot, and I raised it under the table, “I think that you’re already a bit overwhelmed” as I felt his erection tenting his shorts with my foot, “We don’t want this food to get cold, now do we?” as I gave his bugle a last caress with my foot.”

The food was as excellent as he’d described. We continued our conversing during the meal, but keeping to more mundane topics.

As we were finishing up the waitress asked if we’d saved room for dessert, which I declined and told her that we were ready to tab out.

After she’d left to get the bill, Mark asked, “Sir, may I be excused to use the restroom?”

“You may,” I granted. He got up and reached for his wallet, “I’d like to pay for lunch, if that’s okay?”

“No, I’ve got lunch, and we’ll split the cost of whatever the general store bill is. It’s the least I can do after you have provided use of that lake house and the boat.” I insisted.

As he was gone, I took care of the bill and waited in the bar for him. Soon he joined he and we headed over to the general store. It was sort of like a 7-11 on steroids, seemed to have a little of everything. Taking a small shopping cart, we made our way through the isles. Finding everything we needed to replace, as well as a couple things for tonights dinner and breakfast tomorrow since. A check out, Mark had the cashier add $15 worth of fuel for the boat, and we paid for everything giving her both of our debit cards.

Returning to the boat we stored the perishables in the coolers Mark had brought and he said we’d stop by the fuel pumps before heading out. I helped untie the boat and told him to get the boat gassed up and that I’d forget something and would meet him at the fuel dock after I picked up something from the store. By the time I’d made my purchase, he was finished up and we started the voyage back.

Once in open water I once again dropped my shorts and told him to do the same. Leaving the controls to him for the time being, I got comfortable between his legs and took his already fully erect cock in my hands. I never tired of stroking my own cock, probably to the point of being addicted, but there was definitely something very erotic about having another hard throbbing cock in my total control. I cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing firmly as my other hand moved up and down his thick shaft. Releasing his sack from my grasp, I reached for my toy bag and pull out another fleshlight, he recognized this one as one we’d used before, but not like I was about to use it. The Quik-Shot” was open ended, with both caps removed it allowed the cock to be encircled by about a four inch sleeve of a ribbed tube, exposing the cockhead and two or three inches of shaft, depending on how tight you pressed the toy down on the cock. Lubing it up, I guided him into the opening and slowly slid the toy down his cock until his swollen cockhead appeared. I wiped up most of the lube coating his head and started slowly stroking the toy up and down the length of his shaft, keeping the strokes short, always leaving his cockhead exposed. He was already making the familiar low moans, watching me work the toy on his throbbing cock.

“Keep an eye on the water and don’t forget that you’re not going to be allowed to cum now. Understand slut?” I asked him.

“Yes, Sir,” he replied. “I’ll be sure to give you more warning than before. That was too close.”

Returning my attention to his cock, I soon saw the expected precum begin appear, dripping down his cockhead. My tongue darted out quickly to capture the rivulet of slick cock juice, lapping it up and savoring the taste. Each time my tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, licking up the precum, his hip thrusted slightly upward and his moans deepened. I then moved my head into position directly over his cock and wrapped my lips around his shaft, just under the head. Working my tongue around the leaking head, I sucked as I continued to pump the toy up and down with short strokes between his pubic bone and mouth sucking mouth.

He took my actions on his cock a lot longer than I expected, I was just about to ask if he was close, when he loudly let me know he was getting very close to cumming. Removing my mouth from his cock, I slowed my stroking and gently slipped the toy from his throbbing cock. Standing up beside him I slid my own into the toy, enjoying the warmth that his hot cock had imparted on the fleshy material. Stroking myself, I scanned the surface of the lake and estimated we were almost half way there. I also noted that there wasn’t any other boats close by.

“Stop the engine, let’s take full advantage of the perfect afternoon” I told him, as I put the toy away.

Once the boat had come to a stop, again gently bobbing on the calm water, I directed Mark “move to the front of boat, on the sun deck area. I want you to kneel with your back to the water, and keep your hands behind your back.” As he moved into the position as directed he didn’t even seem to look to see if he was going to have his bare ass exposed to any passing boats. “I have had to piss since before we left the restaurant, but wanted to make sure your first time experiencing a hot golden shower lasted as long as possible” I informed him as I moved in front of him, as he knelt in position, his looking up at me. “You don’t have to swallow my piss, at least not this time, but you’re going to take some of it in your mouth.” I said, moving closer as I concentrated on getting my piss started.

“Oh, I want to at least try to drink it down Sir! I was hopeful that you would let me taste and feel your hot piss. Thank you, Sir!” he replied opening his mouth to accept my piss.

I’ve always been able to get my flow going, no matter how hard I was, so it wasn’t long before I aimed my cock at his open mouth and released a hot stream of piss, scoring a direct hit into the back of his open mouth. He choked only briefly and struggled to swallow the warm piss, as I tried to cut off the flow to let him catch up.

“Mmm it’s so hot, more please! Please let me have more of your piss!” he pleaded.

“Close your eyes,” I ordered him as I resumed pissing into his open mouth and moving my cock slightly, watched it splash over his upturned face, the warm piss drenched the t-shirt he still had on and continued downward wetting his cock that remained rock hard between his kneeling legs. I moved my piss stream back to his open mouth letting it fill up before continuing to empty the contents of my full bladder onto him. Wanting to make this last as long I could, I tried cutting off my stream and relishing the sight of my piss drenched submissive. All to soon I was running out of piss to feed him, so I moved closer and put my cock into his mouth and had him suck the last of it out. “That’s a good piss slut! Suck it all out” as I grabbed the back of his head and pumped the last remnants of my hot piss down his throat. Done pissing, I continued to use his sucking mouth like one of my fleshlights, fucking my throbbing cock deep and hard into his sucking mouth until I felt myself growing closer to cumming. Pulling out, I slapped my wet cock on his face a few times and told him to get up.

“Oh thank you Sir! I would very much like to do that again if you would let me of course.” he said as he got up covered in my piss.

I asked if he wanted to take a quick dip in the water, even though it was pretty cold, to rinse off and he replied that if I didn’t mind he’d like to wait til we got back to the boat house, “I’ll rinse off the boat and myself, before storing the boat” if that’s okay,” he asked “I kind of like feeling like this, very used and dirty, but not at all unpleasant,” he added.

Amused and very pleased with his attitude, I agreed he would remain soaked in my piss and I had him get the last two beers from the cooler as I started up the engine and turned towards the lake house.

As we enjoyed the cold beer and the great vibes of the lake, I began to give him his instructions for this evening. I had crossed several items from both of our sexual “bucket lists” already this weekend, but still had a few things I had planned to try with my more than willing slut, before returning to the real world.

To Be Continued..