They’re not interesting. And that’s not what I call an adventure, Grandpa!”“Young lady, you must have faith,” I insisted. “We leave in hal... an hour.”An hour and a half later, give or take a few minutes, Rachael stood at my side and said, “Holy Shit, Batman! THAT’S a rose bush!”I grinned. “This particular rose bush, the Lady Banksia Rose, was planted in 1885, eight years after the town was founded. It’s trunk is twelve feet around and the bush covers nine thousand square feet.”“Are you sure it’s. He smiled a big grin, and removed his hand from his own prick, and slowly fondled my, by now, fully hard cock.'Do you want to go into a cubicle?' I gently asked him.'I've got a better idea', he said, releasing his grip and putting his own penis away into his underwear and zipping himself up.I, too, put myself away, and followed my elderly companion's lead, as he departed the toilets. We walked outside and through an archway which led to the main thoroughfare of the town, quickly crossing the. Excitedly she whispered to Sarah. “That girl gave me a come on Sarah! I’m sure she did!”Sarah sighed. For a girl that was forever berating the rural backwardness of the Toggenburg Nicole was surprisingly unworldly when it came to the trappings of urban life. Sarah was no city girl herself but at least her years at university in Bern had taught her to be a little more streetwise. “Forget it Nicky! I’m not letting you spend Danny’s money like that!”“What the hell are you talking about?”“She’s a. That way your prick of an old man won't be able to bother us and we can pretty much do as we please. Genni-Ann and I both want you and will abide by your decision."The last few drops fell from my rod and mother held on to my cock as if it were made of gold. Her hand began to slide up and down ever so softly coaxing another drop out the slit at the end. I smiled at her as she looked into my eyes, seeking an answer. Then without missing a beat she pulled me around and slipped the end of my cock.