But she actually seemed to like being treated that way. Are you saying that's why you behaved that way?" Yes, sort of, but I just got carried away and...went too far. And I shouldn't have involved you. Your mum calls herself a subby bitch, and she is very aware of the way she is. Sometimes it's all too easy to take advantage of people like her and go over the top until she no longer enjoys it. I did that and I'm really sorry. I'll try to make it up to her, but it's you I need to apologise to. I. My finger stopped when it reached the strange cork screw of skin where - according to my research - the tip of his penis should have been. I fingered it slowly and looked down in awe as my finger slowly retreated from his penis with my fingertip wet and a long string of clear liquid attaching it to his cork screw. What was this?! I continued to pull away until the string of liquid snapped, half of it falling down onto his penis and pubes where it sat glistening, the other half wrapping itself. He stroked her smooth back, and she leaned her head on his. ‘How long are we going to stay, Geoffie?’ she asked, knowing the answer. ‘As long as it takes,’ he said quietly. ‘We’re going to our island, Amy. And I won’t be coming back.’ He smiled at her sad expression. ‘It’s all right, Punkin. You know how it is for us there – every day is forever. I hope it’ll be for months. It won’t be years…’ Then he grinned. ‘But I figure I have a better shot at going to Heaven if I’m already there when I. I think I could have knocked him over with a feather. He said "Hell yeah" and told me how hot he thought she was and admitted he was trying to get as many peeks as possible. I asked when he was getting off work and he said had two tables left.. ours and one other one. I told him I didn't know how it would play out or if anything would happen but to follow my lead if he was interested. He said he would. I ordered Christi another glass of wine and tried to figure out what to do next. Our waiter.