I forgot my phone Mum" Oh dear, Carol can you drive us...?"Uncle Gareth interrupted "I can take him back, you guys catch up we'll be back in no time"H... looked at me and smiled, and nodded his head for me to jump in the truck.We began the drive back. Just the two of us. We didn't say a word, he was stroking my leg lightly along the way and i could feel myself getting hard.Before i knew it we stopped. It was dark but i could tell we were not at school. He looked at me.Gareth was a well built guy,. Her shoes, socks, top, shorts and tie-string bikini pants were lying untidily on the floor by the bed. Her bikini top and a beach wrap seemed to have come off later in frantic circumstances. They were lying rumpled on a pillow in hot disarray. Em got a hot buzz at the thought of being in similar circumstances. She watched with a suddenly dry mouth as the man in the movie, having erotically massaged the woman’s ass and crack, slowly pushed her legs apart and massaged her pussy with his hands. Most of all, though, he missed her smile. His bright, beautiful, bubbly wife had stopped smiling.And then his world fell apart. Amanda went to the hospital for her final ultrasound scan. Of course, he went with her. Everything had been fine at the last scan; they were told they were going to have a baby girl. That night had been a rare exception from the usual stony silences. They talked all through dinner and well into the night. He caught a glimpse of her smile once — her emerald eyes shone. Like ... after so long on the road, the only simile that came to Huysmans' mind was a hotel pool."Who shall I sign these to?" Huysmans asked."Make mine out to Trish," the orange-haired giantess said.Huysmans opened the jacket and wrote, "To Trish, whose fiery hair shall set my nights aflame with desire, Huysmans." "And yours?" he said to the smaller blonde."I'm Muriel," she said.Huysmans scribbled, "For Muriel, whose name sounds like 'la Mer' and whose blue eyes will flood my memory whenever I.