Oh, yes!!! (giggle) Look at my little dickie, Mr. Barker... it is soooooo hard... Do you think it is cute too? Do you like it? Do you want to touch it... Mmmmmm, I'll bet you do... I bet you even want to suck it, don't you loverboy..."And with that he slowly swiveled around on his seat and spread his legs out wide and started tickling his balls and running his fingers up and down his hard but small cock and said, "Ooooo, sweet Mr. Barker... You have been soooooo nice to me... I think I know what. "We walked hand in hand like a couple of teenaged lovers to the car. I threw her case in to the boot and sat beside her in the car. She threw her arms around me again and our kiss became passionate, Lena running her tongue all around my mouth.As we embraced, my hand automatically dropped to her boobs and I squeezed and caressed her nipples through the material of her top. We pulled apart and Lena glanced first at my cleavage and then down at my legs. My skirt had ridden up exposing my patterned. Right as he was finishing up preparing, he heard a curious sound. It was the sound of a bell. More specifically, it was the old bell that had been hung by the front door of the lodge. There were no neighbors for tens of miles, so it would have to be a utility worker or surveyor, and yet it was too late in the day for either to be coming around. Driven by curiosity, he opened the door. ‘Hello, is this the Hardin Ridge Lodge?’ a young, pale, but spritely woman asked on the other side of the door.. "Dad looked at the bottle and commented that it was distilled in Ireland."Yeah, people aren't too positive I'm Irish, but I am. My Great-Grandpap dropped the "O" in O'Reilly, but we still go back to the Old Sod every five years or so. My grandmother is still alive. She'll be a hundred and one this November. I want Fran to see her one more time before she passes on."I spoke up, "Fran was telling me about her. We have a tentative plan of having a honeymoon in the fall and will see her then.".