.. disappointment, perhaps, sadness, maybe – and what else?The minibus carrying the party from the Birmingham inner-city youth-club arrived at the d...ck-side just before five-thirty. Ten assorted young people, several larger than Tom, with a man and woman in charge of them clambered out with kit-bags, holdalls, rucksacks and sleeping bags in stuff-bags. Tom met them at the gang-plank; the man was in the lead."Good afternoon, sir," he said. "I'm Tom Carmichael, Third Hand. The Skipper and Mate. That wasn't too difficult, was it? You will now number from the right calling out your number and you will remember your number. Number."The squad numbered thirty six.The evolution of forming the squad continued without any great drama. By chance, the other brick outhouse was second man in the front rank. As the SWO positioned himself in front of TJ and looked down the front rank, he noticed the yellow eyes,"Name?" George Windsor but I answer quicker to 'Morg'".With a look of mild disgust at. His wife arrange the food side stocking the kitchen and making sure the house was ready for our arrival she even cleaned through dusting etc. Departure day arrived mum had jumped on a train to come up to London greeting her at the station with a hug and a kiss we then caught the train to the airport even on the train with so few people she gropped my cock a few times whispering in my ear I can't wait to get you alone in Italy, we have four weeks I replied which had her even more excited with. Luke got up and walked round and sat next to Sue/Jane, i sent her a text again and said he is going to try and fuck you he just told me so play along and at the end of the night we can tell him, ok she sent back. Jane was talking away Luke she had put a daft accent on so it didn't sound like her, i was talking away to the lads and i left them 2 talking, out the corner of my eye i seen Luke stroking her leg, Jane's skirt was above her knee and his hand was on her thigh, i kept talking but.