Just a little slow 'cause of the road construction." I started loading up my plate at the food table and checking to see who was here that I knew. Lou...se's extended family was big enough that I only got to see some of them every few years or so, and it looked like this crowd was mostly those that I had only met once or twice. I did recognize Albert and Edna, distant cousins of Louise, who lived in Canada. It had been a long time since we had visited them. I waved at Albert, who held up his beer. . I did what I did?” “Yes... love is a strange thing Sam... it forgives and forgets. I want you to take me. But only if you want and are ready. You don't even need to love me back that way. I'm just asking a favor from my little brother.” Those were the last words we spoke that night. Well not totally last words. It started with a kiss. I leaned in and kissed my sister who was now twenty-seven years old and I of course twenty-three. She opened her mouth when our lips met and her tongue brushed. So what are the figures for Londoners who want to be m*****ed and finger fucked on the TfL network?Now I do not wish to diminish or lessen the seriousness of this topic but how many women want or dream of two fingers working their way under the gusset of their panties and slipping into their soaking wet pussy, say between Kings Cross and Victoria stations? A number of times, I have occasionally gone down into the Underground metro system, during rush-hour, with an extra button undone on my. Someone’s nicked my jacket” I thought ,helmet still there ,looking around and seeing someone sitting on a small wooden jetty with what looked like my jacket .Walking towards the jetty ,realizing as I get closer that it was the woman I passed in the doorway of the pub .A few hikers wondering through the car park ,I dodged past them ,making my way towards the lake .The water still ,just the noise of ramblers behind me and the quietness of the lake in front .Stepping onto the jetty ,the ladies.