You have to be tidy. You have to not fight with my family. You have to tell me if you’ll be home for dinner. You have to be fucking perfect, damn it...His fingers go under my t-shirt, walk over my hipbone, to the dip of my waist, up over my ribs. Then down. Up.“C’mon,” His voice is so low, so soothing, so him. Almost hypnotic. And he’s so warm. Always so warm.I cave.“You’re so late,” I say. My voice is steady. Faintly accusatory.He lets out a long sigh.“I know. I – it’s so hard, Brooke. This is. Black Bill ordered the Anvil hard over. As she quickly came to her new heading, which would take her directly across the stern of the big French galleon, Bill ordered the portside guns ready. The huge warship badly outgunned his sloop, but the Anvil was very fast and highly maneuverable. And that galleon would be a very rich prize if they could take her. Black Bill. The name terrified sailors in the Caribbean. Bill himself thought the name rather silly, but all things considered, the nickname. I met Mark on a cottaging Website. We exchanged fantasies and pics and after a couple of weeks decided to meet up and see how we got on. We met in a bar not far from where he lived and got on so well that he invited me back to his place that first night. He was in his early sixties, about 5'10" and as thin as a rake with a cock that made me wince in pain just looking at it, the kind of cock that, if he shoved up your arse, you'd spend the rest of the day trying to swallow your own intestines.. Bern jumping to her feet pours two glasses of wine and grins like a Cheshire cat as Bridget, dead on her feet, strolls into the lounge."Wow that's a lovely smiling greeting Bern" Bridget says"Yep and well deserved" Deserved, why what's the occasion?" First of all, sit down and have a glass of wine. Dinner is nearly ready too, cheese and broccoli bake" Lovely cheers hun. Come on don't leave me in suspense. My favourite dinner, expensive wine, what's it all for?" I had a call today, it's nearly.