”“You send me a pic of yourself in a bikini and I may still do that,” Danny grinned.Helen blushed and her eyes became just a bit smokey. “You ...re dangerous, Danny Westbrook. Thanks again, but I better split before you talk me into a photo session.”“I’ll just have to dream then. I’ll see you around. Take care!”It was funny how the mental image of Helen in a bathing suit kept popping up before his inner eye.Over the next weeks, Helen asked him for help a few more times, always being nice and. But Sam’s hole looked so pure and virginal. As I probed him he let out a little gasp and I felt him shiver, not wanting to push him too hard I stood up. “Haven’t you got to take your wet boxers off as well?” he asked. Before I could answer Sam had sunk to his knees. Gently, almost frightened, he pulled at their waist band. I was semi hard from my enjoyment of that young, lithe body that now knelt before me, so as my shaft was exposed it sprang towards him. He stared at my shaft for a moment,. She had married the man of her dreams. Tom was everything and more that she could want in a husband and lover. She hoped that she would have some special news for him soon. Her joy at his genuine love of Nikki, and their mutual desire for more children, was just more proof of how wonderful her life had become in such a short time. Too soon their trip would be over and they would be returned to their regular lives, but there would be many happy memories of the two weeks.As they pushed their. "I reckon that's been eatin' at Woodrow. Seems to me, he's the kind to stew over somethin' like that 'til he's got to do somethin' to prove it wrong."Pops looked sidelong at his young protege. Alex didn't see the slow grin that spread across his face. "I reckon you got the right of it, son, but it weren't none of our doin'. If Call Woodrow figgers he's got to do somethin' about it, then he's got to do somethin'. I reckon we'll both know what to do when that time comes. Ain't no use to worry.