” “I feel the same, but if you are ever in Australia, we will.” I replied We kissed goodbye, and I went to bed and relived the whole experience ...n my mind. I got a full eight hours of sleep. The following day I busied myself with the sorting and packing, wondering how one collects so much junk in so few years, but managing to get most of it done. We had sold some of the furniture with the house so that was all staying. Sunday night I slept well again mostly due to all the work having been done.. She'd only arrived in the small seaside town of Oceanside a couple months before. One of the little neighborhood girls told her there were always perverts hanging out in the park near the playground waiting for the services of young cuties… fat old men mostly, lonely men whose wives had died or refused to give them the depraved sex they wanted and needed. Lisa liked older guys 'cause they knew what they wanted and didn't hesitate making her do it. It made her little prick so stiff and tingly to. I just sat there letting him wank my cock for a couple of minutes before he looked over and asked me to feel his cock. I adjusted my position and leaned forward to allow me to reach across and feel his cock. It felt strange holding another mans cock, but the feeling of his hand wanking mine was ruling my head.We stopped at a set of lights next to a school, he looked over and asked if I wanted to carry this on, or did I want him to drop me off. I said I wanted to carry on and do more, so he told. "Jonas got a pained look on his face, "Don't call me sir, please. Only Marigold calls me that. She didn't want to call me Jonas once I married her mother."Marigold said, "When was I ever allowed to call you Jonas?" What?" asked Jonas, "Oh, right until the wedding day. Then, you asked me what you should call me now and I told you not to dishonor your father's memory, but to find something appropriate. You came up with 'sir.'" I did?" asked Marigold, "Wait. I did, didn't I?"Jonas nodded, "Yes..