"Hello, Pelle!" the smith's wife greeted him friendly.Rudlo the Smith was one of the oldest customers of the collier; the relationship even predated P...lle's apprenticeship with his stepfather. Hedwig, the Smith's wife, always made sure to welcome him, and oftentimes she would offer him to join the family for the noon meal."Greetings, Hedwig! I have the two dozen bushel Rudlo wanted. You want I fill them into your bunker?"Hedwig smiled gratefully. The young collier always did that so nobody else. Soon, they are in sporting goods, and the twoof them join the small group of boys and girls and harried parents gettingnew skates."I want white skates, momma," the small boy practically whispers."White skates are for girls," she says, and sits him down so the salesclerkcan measure his feet. Soon they are stuffed into black skates, and themother says "Now you'll be able to play hockey." Don't want to play hockey. Want to skate," the boy whispers."That kind of skating is for girls," his mother. Costumed, dancing bodies were swirling all around us. The girls, back in shape after their pregnancies, had both decided to go sexy that night. They looked great."We leave the twenty-sixth. Our bareback luxury yacht. Leaving from the Virgin Islands..." As she talked I watched as Marisa's hand slid down off the drink laden table. A second later I felt her fingers as they moved across my thigh."It's a bareboat cruise, not a bareback cruise," I corrected my wife. "Do you really think we should go?. Been there, done that many times but this time I thought "fuck it; just go and have a bloody wank man".I replied back asking "can you host tonight as I can meet after work". He replied "yes i can, what time?". Normally by this point you think to yourself that (no offence to anyone here) but it's a gay guy as they usually are eager to meet - i guess for a straight guy it's like a random girl asking a guy if they can come around and masturbate with them. I cannot blame anyone for being eager.