I do wish you'd listen." Sorry, daddy," and we both giggled."Two tickets for two." One each," came from my father."Oh well, that's handy." I laughed."...es, you'll love it. I say, old boy, our glasses are empty." By Jove so they are." Ok, girls, I'll see you later." Daddy?" we chorused and they both turned round."Yes?" What are the tickets for?" Tickets? Oh, those tickets. I gave them to you." Yes he did, you've not lost them already, have you?" Sammy's daddy lent his support."What are those in. ”“I’m not devout.”“Some folks are. Want a drink?”“No, thanks. The sun and the salt air and the food are enough. I’ll wash up and go to bed.”Tuesday went as planned. I “did” my clothes; then Evans and I drove the Range Rover to the Caltex and filled the tank and the cans. The oil and coolant seemed fine. Evans kicked the tyres knowingly.We all drove to Li Garden for a good, not spectacular Chinese lunch and then across the bridge to cruise various streets downtown. The trees were, indeed,. What I've found helpful is getting up around two in the morning, making myself a large scotch on the rocks and listening to singers like Johnny Hartman, (Bridges of Madison County Soundtrack) Sinatra, (The Capital Years) Peggy Lee, (anything) and maybe some K. D. Lang. All this serves to evoke a certain mood, and halfway through the second scotch I get kinda drowsy and slip into a state from which a line in a given song triggers a memory that I nurture along until I have the beginnings of a. Each time I slammed my cock in as fast as I could to the hilt, I heared, "Oh... yes... fuck... cummming." one word with each slam of my hard dick into her pussy.I felt her pussy muscles tighten up around my cock each time I had my dick in Sarua's pussy all the way and her cum, would soke my hard cock so much, that it slid in and out easier, from being so wet with her cum.I then speeded up to a steady pace for a bit then slowed back down some, for a few strokes then I would speed back up again,.