Svensson made and sold on consignment, also at Cho’s; baby leaf lettuce, and green house grown, ruby red tomatoes, again from Cho’s; topped with m... own home-made seasoned mayonnaise.I was still feeling the hangover headache, so I made fresh squeezed lemonade to drink with my lunch. I told myself I wasn’t a drunk if I could wait until after dinner for my first Jameson’s of the day.I suppose I need to talk about whiskey for a moment. Most people in America see the bottle of Bushmills come out. She returned to the bathroom got whatever she needed and turned back down the hall again, this time though half way down the hall the towel fell away till she was holding it in one hand dragging it along beside her.My eyes couldn't believe the vision before them, my cock did, pushing against my pants, hard and strong. There she was naked from head to toe her bum describing that pattern only a woman can. Again was this deliberate, a tease or pure accident? Whatever I didn't care as I feasted on. ’ ‘Oh we have a boat,’ Leigh said. ‘A motor-yacht, a forty-eight footer,’ Perry explained. Bernie said, ‘Very nice’ but Dyan said, ‘No it’s not. A friend told me Sonnet is dubbed ‘Granny of the fleet.’ ‘Sonnet?’ ‘We are not a literate family,’ Dyan said. ‘The wife of the previous owner was a poet.’ ‘Well perhaps I ought to take a look at her.’ Perry snorted and poured Bernie more red wine. ‘I’d like Sonnet very much. Nothing ever goes wrong with her and so I never have anything done to her.’. Instantly, the alcohol hit me and made me slightly lightheaded and warm - I started to relax and crossed my legs, and my cock pushed up as I did so - and I noticed his eyes concentrate slightly. He smiled and edged closer to me. 'You're shaking, so let me warm you up' he said. His arm slid gently round my shoulders, and I couldn't help but snuggle into him. I drank more wine and it started to really have an effect. I looked into his gentle smiling eyes, and my mouth reached up to his. I closed.