Last night in my dreams I sat in my music room listening to some records, as the first of the three records on the turntable were half way through I s...w the signal light in the far corner blink twice, I rose and went to the door, there you were, standing in the same clothes and hat you are wearing now. I was quite surprise to see you, for when we ran into each other earlier in the day downtown and I gave you my address I never really thought that you would come, at least not so soon and. His legs are spread wide and, yes, there is my wife between his legs, sitting so close her ass must be touching his crotch. As the boat pulls out of the pool of light cast by the single bulb on the dock I can see her hands gliding up and down his bare thighs.Now I can just make out the outline of the boat. And now it has been completely swallowed up by the night. All that is left is the splash of the oars entering the water and the squeak of wood on metal as he continues rowing. It's amazing. Trust me on that. If you’re gay, be gay. It’s what makes you happy and ... well, gay,” my wife playfully asked Devin about grandchildren, while keeping it fairly lighthearted.“Sheriff Mervyn Spancill. Don’t ask me how he got that name. Ever since the Dubliners recorded that song, he’s had nothing but grief about it. A very Irish name for a Southern black peace officer. Granted, there aren’t that many black Southern sheriffs around at all, let alone openly gay ones, but he’s one of that rare. Do you want to hang out?” “I was going to ask you that. Sure. Maybe we could play a game?" “Fuck, yes. I like your games." “Will Eden be joining us?” “No!” “Okay.” I loosened my robe and let my breasts fall out. I was only in my panties. My mother was upstairs, but I was aching to be with Gerry. “Jesus! Your tits look amazing. I have to feel them. Your mom is upstairs taking a bath. Come here!" I went over to Gerry and we shared a passionate kiss. His hands were all over my breasts. His.