Closing her eyes, Mother leaned her head waiting for him to press his lips against her soft skin and beckoning another kiss. As he kissed her neck Fa...her’s hands roamed down her waist, slipping in-between the clothing and her skin, moving towards the front down to her trimmed pussy. His finger gliding in-between the lips below, he began rubbing on her clit that brought her sensations of pleasure. Moving his lips up on her neck, he nibbled on her lobe as he whispered, she felt his hot breath. Doctor Waingrove was an elderly, fussy man, but he was thorough enough. The ride took two days, mostly because Sir Robert insisted on frequent rest stops, during which food was served from a huge picnic basket. Sir Robert was rather partial to Madeira wines, as was the good Doctor, and they both insisted that Anson partook of the offerings. He became tired enough to sleep through most of the journey.They arrived at Connington's estate in the late afternoon of the second day, after spending a. * * * * * * *The Wheatsheaf Pub, Wapping London - July '99Mike, Tom and Phil sat looking at each other, enraptured at Terry Jones tale, and waited for him to finish as he took a long, deep drink of his beer. That brief pause allowed Mike Langston just enough mental space to start making a few connections."Well I admit that I can remember that scandal about the priest, it WAS headline news for a week or so - at least in the tabloids, but I don't remember much else coming out of it. I had just. I closed my eyes and tried my best to avert my attention but couldn’t get rid of my erection before my wife turned. She definitely noticed - it was right there for all to see. I braced myself for her screams but nothing came. After a few minutes I opened my eyes and looked across to my wife, she laid there with her eyes closed and seemed so calm. My chest was done and the masseuse moved down to finish on my legs but didn’t make any moves under the towel this time. Our massages came to an end.