Which led Mom to ask what we'd be talking about, so I told her I'd be bowling a 300 game on Sunday.Mom, like Dad, was initially doubtful. I debated wh...ther to offer her a ten dollar bet, but decided that was like dousing myself with gasoline and then playing with fire, as Mom doesn't like smart-asses. So I just assured her that I was positive that it was "well within my Special Abilities." Mom got that, and accepted my assurance.Before Mom could return to her theme of betting I quickly asked,. I really wanted to down here and fuck her right on the spot but I resisted and we headed out to dinner hand in hand. We had a great dinner and probably more drinks than we should have, but hey we were walking so it didn’t matter. As we headed back the block or so to her apartment she kept playfully grabbing my cock through my jeans as we walked. She had naughtiness on her mind but I wasn’t sure what. Then, about a few hundred feet from her apartment she pulled me into an alleyway, ‘What are. She Was Hot To , I Just Loved That American Accent She Had .. I Asked Her If She Wanted To Go For A Walk On The Beach ,, She Said Sure , It's Only 5 to 7 min Drive To The Beach .. We Were Kissing On The Beach & Playing A Bit , it was summer & we both had shorts on & she put her hand under mine , so I did the same to her & DAM , was she super dripping wet .. I Went Back To My Car & Got A Bottle of Wine from the Cooler I Had Ice In , with Beers & Different Drinks , 2 Glasses & I Knew Where There. The three men then went in search of Flapper, who was doing his rounds of pubs and barbers’ shops collecting betting slips. They met him just coming out of a newsagents, and fumbling to remove the silver foil from a packet of ten Woodbines. ‘Flapper, the Guv’ner wants another word. He sent us to fetch you back to him.’ Because he was being spoken to by a sixteen-year-old he had known all his life. Flapper gained a bit of confidence. Surely, he reasoned, the Guv’ner would not have sent him along.