“You’re young to me, young man! And I hope you won’t deny you’re in love with your lady?”“No, that I won’t. She is lovely and lovable.�...“There you are. Take hold of what you’ve got, hang on, don’t lose it; don’t let it die.” She looked sad for a moment, but then smiled. “Bless you – both of you.”By the time we’d got back to the quay, some Morris dancers were setting up, so we hung around to watch along with quite a good crowd of tourists. They were pretty good; I don’t know all the. As they stared, the words became clearer "... that's the one I was telling you about... it's her."Suddenly a young man stepped toward me. He looked familiar."Good luck lady!" he said with a goofy grin.It was the boy who had taken my picture earlier after witnessing the psycho ranger's verbal tirade."Thanks." I said pausing a bit. "Please do me a favor and blur my face when you post my picture all over the internet. OK?" Sure..." he chortled. "But I may keep those pictures all to myself. For. I am uncertain as to why you would believe I would find it comforting. Papa, you do remember you died in this house, do you not? I spent two days alone with you in this house before Madame came for me. Have you truly forgotten how lost and alone I was?" She shook her head sorrowfully. "You can no longer truly be my Papa. You really are the Angel of Music now." Yes, child, I can only vaguely remember those times now. I am sorry if I cause you distress, but I know no other way to fulfill my. My cock is still throbbing, even more so now. Then Clair says that we must be here together for a reason and that we are both adults and could help each other out. She then says that her husband has not been paying much attention to her over the past year. As she talks she slides her hand up my swim trunks to find my cock. That was it, I stood up and dropped my trunks. My nine inch dong is standing at full attention. I bury my face in Clair's sweet pussy and start to go to town. Within seconds.