”I lean across and turn the radio on, switch input to Aux and turn the volume up a bit. “Have a good listen, if or when we do it, I’ll do the ba...s, you take the high line. If you have a look in the top draw by the wardrobe you should find the Eric Bogle songbook so you can follow the words.” The kettle starts to whistle so I make a brew while the song is going,(Bass)Summer's smiling on the city, it’s another lovely day in Sydney, Sunshine pouring down like honey in a golden waterfallBut in the. Sucking at them eagerly, I'd love tasting myself on you, and you'd carry me over to the bed with my legs still wrapped around you… E: Throwing you down on the soft bed, you'd bounce once and gasp as I'd grab you round the throat. I'd squeeze and you'd smile at me as I coaxed open your legs. My free hand would slide from your ankle, up your calf, over your knee to your thigh which would be slick with your juice. I'd pinch and slap the soft flesh telling you what a bad girl you are as you'd. I shook my head. "No, you guys have been wonderful."The week after McKayla died was one big blank spot in my life with only a couple of memories in between. Maureen said I handled everything well. In truth, there wasn't much I had to do.Before she died, my wife had pretty much planned out her memorial service and had made all the arrangements. I think she knew there were so many things that were out of her hands, she wanted to take control of the things she could.All of our family came in. Most. My idea would be that I and a few others of both sexes would be employed to be servants,escorts,or even ornaments,call us what you will, for wealthy clients at their cocktail parties or culinary events in their homes. We would all be briefed about behaviour and not to engage in to much conversation with the guests. Our job would be to stand ready and be completely naked,wearing only a studded collar and a name badge stuck on our chests. We would be serving drinks on silver trays,and snacks as.