His body arched up so that his head and feet were lifted clear of the mattress by at least a foot, and I could just see through a gap in the covers as...he clenched his teeth and set his jaw like a man in agony. He growled like a bear, and pulled my head down hard like a warm, wet, soft centred melon as his cock stifled my cries of alarm, and then I felt the familiar thuds as his sperm exploded from his throbbing head and into mine.He coated my throat with his bursting beads of hot wet slippery. "Please Ms, may I have just a little peak?" I inquired.There was a pause then she replied, "Hmm ok then, but just a quick peak."She lifted up the blindfold reaveling the wonderful sight that was before me, her juicy pussy was right there above my eyes and as I looked up from it I saw her beautiful eyes looking down on me with a big smile on her face, it was just a little peak though as she quickly pulled the blindfold back over my eyes and told me that's all I'm seeing for now."Now, I'm going. Dave began whistling, ‘Here boys,’ then whistled again. Pulling the cast net line slowly and tugging to ensure its fixed capture. Allowing the line to fall freely onto the pier as he pulled the cast net up and out of the water. Dripping wet with water running over the dry pier boards. Seeping through the slats and returning with multiple splashes under the deck. The dropping of the cast net onto the deck was more a calling than shaking out of the net. The bounty of silver shad wiggled and. It was an early evening after Simon had worked a long shift, and he was unwinding. They were in the 'Cross Keys', at one of the tables. Simon had a beer, Marianne was drinking her customary white wine. He was holding a copy of New Musical Express, the legendary newspaper of the rock scene, pointing to an advert showing that Pink Floyd would be headlining the next festival at Knebworth."Great!" Marianne responded, "do you think we'll be able to get tickets?" Can but try, I guess!" Simon told.