”“Okay,” Winston nervously agreed as the sensation began to overwhelm him. Winston couldn’t believe how good it felt.“Do you want me to stop...” Francois asked rhetorically.“No… it feels okay,” Winston apprehensively whispered.Francois was ecstatic with the reply and now really began to snog Winston’s pucker animatedly after his hands opened Winston’s cheeks to the fullest. Winston’s arse had never felt anything this good and when Francois’ tongue got going as he lapped and nibbled, Winston began. ‘John, I was afraid that I had taken advantage of you. I thought that I had only considered what I wanted and not thought of you. It looks like we were both wrong, but we both got what we wanted.’ I put my arms around her and held her tight. I lowered my face and kissed her lips, softly at first and then harder and more passionately. She responded to my kiss and held me tight. When we parted I looked her in the eyes and said, ‘Maggie, I want to be a part of your life and I want you to be a part. And I was by myself most of the time I was in Lincoln ... just kinda wandered around ... it was fucking cold the whole time I was there ... and I kinda realized that Lincoln was ... I don't know if this'll make any sense to you ... it was the way I remembered it, but totally different from the way I imagined it." So ... you think you kinda idealized Lincoln? Imagined it to be better than it really is?" Kinda ... not exactly ... I don't know how to say it so you'll see where I'm coming from .... " "That's right. Now stop showing it off like a whore and close your legs." I swallowed and blushed harder, lifting my leg and putting it in beside the other. "Hang your panties on the mirror." I unfurled them from the ball in my hand and hung them up. Johan threw the beach bag and towels on the floor behind my seat, then walked around to his side and hopped in. Johan loves this car and so do I. I feel like one of those girls in the surfing movies from the sixties. I wished I had some of those.