As we whirled around the dance floor, we no longer heard the music. We danced to the rhythm of our beating hearts: thump, thump, thump – the one, tw..., three of the waltz. I no longer saw anything other than this beautiful woman in my arms. Her head was turned to the side and her eyes were closed. I pulled her slightly closer. I could feel her warmth, her excitement, all of the passion and love she had for me and me alone. The music of our love played on and we danced. We danced the dance of our. I'm not going to go into the details of his service over there except to say that in Dave's own words, "I must have been the worst bloody copper they'd ever had there"I doubt it, but I never did find out what it was that made him scream out in his dreams, nor did he ever tell me what made him wake up crying sometimes, or still sleeping, get out of bed and go to the wardrobe where he kept his pistol.As an ex Northern Irish police officer, he was allowed to be armed, (as were Northern Irish. "You might as well take your undies off - i'll lick any cum off them". I removed them and showed my hardening cock, which I covered with the towel to rest it a little for the action ahead. Lyn then whispered, "So you got yourself a beer, eh? That means you owe me something. Now what might that be?". She moved outside to the edge of the pool, dragging me behind her. Again, her bikini briefs didn't cover much, so with the vaseline beside her, there wasn't much stopping me 'going in'.I wanted to. It's just boys in general I guess," I said, when I was really confused about the feelings I was having for my brother."What's there to be confused about, Jen? You know we both want to find boyfriends." Maybe, but that's not it." Well, it is for me, Jen. I wish your brother was interested in me, he's such a hottie." Yeah I know, that's the problem." You've got the hots for your brother?" No, not really, but I get all funny sometimes when I look at him, or he looks at me." I get all funny when I.