.. oh sweet jesus.So it's one more for the road, as it were, and sure enough my tongue is hanging out again. I'm just about coming in my pants, for ch...ist's sake! Emma knows exactly what she's doing, of course. She's been teasing me senseless on the train and loving every minute of it. Bitch is laughing at me now, for instance, how I'm going nuts staring at the outline of her fabulous jugs ... yeah, the little minx is lapping it up. She stares ostentatiously at my crotch – there's an obvious. The whole property was on a small cliff right on the pink sand beach that was Brittany's claim to fame.The boys had known more about this trip than I did and, in honor of our location, the color of the day was pink. Yann and the twins looked a little fem, but Ivan and Sean somehow managed to be dead butch.Yann's family was friendly enough. Most of his siblings spoke English, although his parents did not. Yann introduced us as his employer and co-workers.They all looked the boys over. She improved quickly and it showed when she played at school. I went to see her play so we could talk about how she could improve and that was how our relationship began. At school I was considered the boy every girl wanted, even the seniors. I was tall, with blond hair and blue eyes, smart, a great student and one of the best athletes, playing basketball and football. I was a good date, giving a girl a good time without trying to feel her up every time, so when some of the kids found out that. “Yeah, I know. It wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t being so damnably arrogant about it all. It really rankles,” he said.“Well, you’ll just have to suck it up. You are regularly fucking his wife after all.”He smiled, “Yeah, well that is a true thing isn’t it.”I really did have the greatest wife in the world. What I also had was a very scared—sort of—wife. She seemed seriously frightened to me. Hence, we were in Lamaze classes learning how to do baby birthing with the least amount of stress.