Instead, he just lay there, wrapped up in his wife’s arms, too aroused to sleep and suffered.The rest of the week continued its frantic pace. Irene ...ad arranged for the funeral, cremation and wake of her mother for the coming Saturday in Wales. Friends and family needed informing, hotels needed booking along with venues. Irene sent him off to work each day with a list of people that needed contacting and errands that required running that she didn’t have time herself for.Friday evening saw them. I went into sleep mode while I charged. The memory of the party went from my active conscious to the back burner. It was like ram in the desk top computer. There was only so much open and in use. Some things went into long term storage after a while. The human brain also worked the same, it seemed to me.I was instantly back in full action mode at 5AM. I didn't bother pretending since I was in my Go To Work mode. I stripped naked, then slipped into the new running shorts and tee shirt. I had. Such beautiful bazooms,” he said. “I could kiss them!” Well yes, he could, but not in front of the display window where anyone could see. If he was any indication, bakers are very talented with their hands. “I want you to autograph the picture for me,” he said. “Maybe say something like, to Willie, my favorite baker.” “It’s the artist who signs the sketch,” I pointed out. “Oh, the artist—who cares about the artist? The artist would be nothing without the beautiful model.” “You are my favorite. Obviously, any embarrassment from the candid photos was long forgotten. I glanced over to Jill to catch her reaction as did Lisa. Well if we are doing this together&hellip,.. Jill said as she undid her bikini top while Lisa gently clapped her hands together joyfully. I turned back to Lisa, half the rope and slipped the midpoint over her head. Bringing together the two pieces that were now hanging in front of Lisa I tied simple knots at intervals just below the collar bone, between her breasts,.