I think your mother was good to you and I hope to be as good. We can look forward to taking our physical and social relationship even deeper.”With t...e palm of one hand she pushes my chest back. “Lean all the way back for me, honey. That’s good.”She leans over and with her other hand she guides my cock to her mouth. She starts to lick around the base of my cock. She moves up the greased pole and starts flicking her tongue on the beet red head. “Jesus, wife, if feels sooo good. Is that okay –. I can do this. And from now until the end of time, I will read and re-read every goddamned thing I ever put my name on. Nodding and taking a few deep breaths to help calm jangled nerves, Zoe stood and walked to the desk opposite the foot of the bed. Upon it were a phone, a laminated card listing several extensions to Prowler and the front desk, and a glass tray full of complimentary mints. With a little hysterical giggle, she popped one of the chalky things into her mouth, and rattled it. " Ah know," Alistair muttered with despondency in his voice. "But ah need practice," he cried. "Abigail..."She sniffed. "I ain't being a sex teacher for ya," she spat. "I want someone who can do it. I got needs too."Alistair sniffed and bit his lip. A couple more tears formed in his eyes, and he looked at the two girls. "But ... but ... Abigail. Ah love ye. Yer lovely gal and ah wanna marry you."Abigail spluttered and looked at her friend. "What?" Ahh love ye. Please Abigail. Donnae dump. When he approached the front door, an elderly man opened who was wearing a curious mixture of military trousers and boots, and a knit sweater made from blue wool."'Morning, Captain," the man spoke eyeing Anson's appearance."Good morning. Have I the honour of speaking to Captain Butterworth?" What honour there is in it, you have it," the man replied with a grin."I am Captain Jeremiah Anson of the Sea Fencibles." Aah, can't say that I haven't heard of you, Captain. Welcome to my humble little.