Pointing to a brightly coloured brochure lying on the coffee table, she said, "Look, I've booked a room for us at a bed and breakfast in Portsmouth th...s weekend. The information's all here." "How do I know this isn't some wind up?" Wounded, Ginny frowned. "Because it isn't. I don't want to deal with this mess anymore, Ron. I want to have done with it already." "And what about me?" he asked. "What if this isn't the way I want to handle this?" "Well, you'll just have to." Her stubborn. My boobs felt hot, tingly, and almost swollen with pleasure. He lowered his huge cock onto my right breast, pressing his shaft into it, making flesh conformed to his shape, titflesh wrapping up and around the sides of his thick love log, nipple a button of enjoyment where it ground against the underside of his astounding tool. He swiveled his hips, grinding his shaft back and forth across my chest, giving my boobs a thorough smooshing with each pass, then he let his thick fuckstick slam down. He considered asking her out for Valentine’s Day. ‘What’s the worse that could happen?’ he asked himself. ‘She could freak out and give you the brother for life kiss of death, that’s what’ he gave himself the answer. He called himself a chicken and gave himself more advice as he arrived home and stalked through the house to his room. ***** The following morning Kristy awoke to the insistent ringing of her phone. Pulling a face, she swung her legs from her bed and looked around for the source. But I soon put her right."They're looking at you mum," I said. "Just you."A waiter showed us to our table which we shared with another couple, David and Maureen Finnegan and brought us our champagne."Well here's to the ladies, bless 'em." David raised his glass and we toasted the girls who sat there grinning from ear to ear, they proved lively dinner companions and David had us all laughing at his outrageously dirty jokes throughout.During a lull he asked me what I did for a living, and I.