A holiday. But where to go? She wondered vaguely for some time, and then she remembered the enthusiastic stories her parents had told her about a holi...ay they’d had on the Isle of Wight. Barbra had never been there. Why not, she thought, and she booted her laptop to find out. The next morning she packed her suitcase. She leisurely had some coffee, and a friend drove her to the station. She took a fast train to London, a slower one to Brockenhurst and then on to Lymington Pier. When she arrived. Neil swam after her and when he caught up to her she fell in his arms and kissed him deeply, rubbing the front of her crotch on his bulge this time."Mmmmm, I think you're glad to see me." She giggled.Neil was enjoying this immensely; a girl was actually hitting on him without the benefit of the LMM. He squeezed her ass cheek under the water as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Neil held her as she floated in the chest-deep water, her legs wrapped around the small of his back."Neil, I must. The ego defends against love, not fear. Pain in relationships can be perversely comfortable pain, in that is one we know. We’re used to it. I once heard a tape by Ram Dass, an American spiritual teacher, in which he told of seeing a newspaper article about an abused baby being taken away from his mother. As a police matron tried to take the baby, he kept struggling to remain in his mother’s arms. Although his mother was the one who beat him, she was the one he knew. He was used to her. He. I ran a finger along it. “This is where her pussy is, look I can push in a little, so it goes up her a little. Here's her bumhole, look at how I can push the panties up there a little bit too! Oh, this is what I really love, Ray, the feel of Mum's pussy and anus through the damp shiny panties, its fabulous. Oh, just have to give it a good rub for a while. Enjoying that Mum?”“Oh god yes, Alan, you know I do, I'm just gushing with juice, can you feel it? Actually Ray, can you see how wet my.