"How's Tom?" I asked and the mood broke like a sudden squall. Tears filled her eyes and her voice went up to a squeak."He died, Vic," and I pulled her...close and hugged her like father and daughter.A freak accident on an oil rig, four years earlier. Traumatised, she had flung herself into her work and was now a partner in an international firm and giving a talk the next day.She went back to her conference and I went to the beach, and we met for dinner at the hotel. There were more tears but. He was quite a good cook. His speciality was seafood which was good because we were right there close to the ocean. Anyway they went into the den to talk until supper was ready. We all sat down to supper at about seven o'clock. We tended to dine a little later than some around the country. And we took our time. We ate and conversed enjoying the company. Wine was always served and I often got a little tipsy. But I had learned to limit my intake to just two glasses of wine. Chester was being very. ‘I was in the Army, it’s not far.’ ‘But with your leg…’ she trailed off. ‘Legs.’ The prosthetics clunked when he tapped them with his hated stick. ‘They’ll be fine.’ They weren’t fine – the fit of one cup wasn’t quite right, and he could feel a sore developing. ‘Can you wait just a while longer?’ He drew his shoulders back, lifted his chin up. ‘Sorry, I have to go now. Goodnight.’ And stepped out into the deluge. Fifty yards later, he was wishing he’d kept the thirty quid to offer any driver. What do you think, Bill?" I feel the same way," Bill agreed, eyeing the child and her perfectly molded tits. "I also want to watch the dogs fuck my pretty little friend. How about it, Tammy? You haven't chickened out, have you?" Ohhh, noooh!" she assured them. "I was just fooling around until you two came down. I wanted you both to be with me when I got my first doggie fuck." Two dogs!" Bill reminded her. He held up his fingers. "Two!"Tammy giggled cheerily. "I know! I wanna fuck them both!".