I pushed his legs slightly apart and leaned in close to his balls, which hung loosely. Pulling his legs apart still more, and lifting the knees slight...y, I began licking the underside of the balls, gently at first, then more vigorously, and finally took one in my mouth. I discovered I liked this, and that he did, too. He squirmed a little, so I moved to the other ball and sucked that one for a few moments. Then, lifting his knees higher so that his feet rested on the floor, I pushed my tongue. "Ah, now ... would you be objecting to a little nepotism?" he asked.We assured him that we merely wanted some advice and if a relative of his was a good cook, that was fine."Ah, to be sure, then. Moira Hughes it is, my cousin. Easy to find..." he reeled off instructions that lost me in seconds. Eventually, we persuaded him to sketch a map, which enabled us to find the little restaurant, where I was fed an Irish Stew beyond belief. If the angels in Heaven were to be served Irish Stew, it would. Tim grinned, wickedly and said he could see the likeness with mother and daughter and said he wondered if she would age so badly in old age as her mum had, to which she playfully hit him on the arm.The second when turned was the same subject, dress and location, however in this shot the dress top was open just enough to show a pair of lovely breasts, unfettered, nubile and pale, with nipples in small and very tight silver clamps. They exchanged glances and carefully relooked at the first image. But the part I remembered most vividly was the dance I had with my new father in law at the reception. He'd waited almost until the very end to claim his dance with the bride, and I'm sure most people were a little the worse for wear from all the champagne and beer and other drinks that had been consumed copiously... certainly Kabeer was, in fact he could barely rise from his chair when Daddy came over and asked permission to dance with me. Daddy held me most properly as we wove around the.