He stroked her tits, tweaked and gently pulled on her nipples. She dropped her head back, moaning, and he kissed her up and down the neck, gently nipp...ng with his teeth, making her shiver with goosebumps."Pretty girl!" he whispered, kissing her all over the face, on the forehead, cheeks, nose, chin. "I love 'em young and pretty and squirmy like you!"Pam was still delirious, almost as delirious as she'd been during her orgasm. She wanted to stay here forever, necking with and kissing the tall,. "What...." Aarh, quit fucking bleating....let me think....what to do?" He was in a quandary and hadn't the faintest idea what to do. "Hello....hello...Al....are yea there, ya fat fuck?" "Oh, Mary...sorry, my little swamp donkey....forgot ya were there....listen, I'll phone ya back....I'm right in the shit...I've dropped a fucking big bollock. Give me 15 minutes and I'll phone yee back." Ok, babe...get the wee cunt oor the table....ya do ya best thinking when ya balls deep. Phone me back when. ”“What happened?” I asked.“Don’t you remember?” Mum asked.“No,” I replied, “I remember finishing dinner and Pip and I cleared the kitchen up, but after that it’s just, I don’t know, sort of foggy.”“Well, do you remember your brother was dressed to go out on a date?” she asked.“Yes,” I said, “I think so.”“Do you remember Cal going upstairs?”“No,” I replied, “I don’t.”“So, you don’t remember her coming downstairs, dressed to go out and asking him if he was ready?”“No,” I said, shaking my head,. It was going to be an interesting trip, I thought.I hugged Wilson goodbye then remembered I would have no way to get the truck home. "Wilson, you are going to have to go with me to bring the truck home." Well the hug was nice, even if it was premature. I'm a guy who likes lots of hugs,. Of course hugging you is a lot like hugging a guy," he said. I slapped him playfully as I lugged the duffel bag out to the truck. The drive was no more than fifteen minutes but finding the right field took a.