Like some shabby old dog that wont stop following you around. (A reference of course to that faithful wee Skye terrier Bobby who kept vigil by Jock Gr...ys grave here in Greyfriars Churchyard for 14 years in the 1800s.) *** (DO YOU HAVE A HUSBAND?) Maria Marquez stops and looks at you/ lips curling into a snear. *Men are no good. You dont need a man Rachel. They are shits. BIG SHITS.* She spits this out with the bitterness of too much experience. *Do you have a husband?* you ask. The question. He'd left her well insured, so at least money wasn't a problem.Tony had been home three months ago and looked her up. He'd invited them to come visit him on the Big Island. Told them to bring back packs and he'd show them some places that they wouldn't believe. And he'd lived up to his promise. Until it had started to rain night before yesterday. And hadn't stopped.There'd been a flare up between mother and daughter the night before, a rapid fire exchange of 'so's' and 'becauses', the rhythm of. "Look love, you want the slot or not. I got bookings coming out of my wazoo here," she asked and he nodded."Yeah, of course. Anything Rhea says." He looked at his girlfriend, hoping to receive a smile but Rhea barely registered any emotion and coldly said she would meet him in the car when he was done."Hiya mate," Andy shouted as Ezra walked across his garden. The blonde-haired Zoe emerged from behind Rhea and Andy smiled warmly at his two friends who greeted the topless man sprawled out in a. He slid it into my mouth and it filled me. I willed myself not to gag as it slid back to my throat. It was warm and alive and it was inside me. He held my head gently, and slid it in and out in a gentle motion. I looked up at him and was warmed by the look in his eyes. I was giving him pleasure. He slid it from my lips to the back of my throat in long gentle motions and I licked him with my tongue and watched his face to see if I was pleasing him. He motioned to his balls, and the sack.