Uncle Hollister was all that and then some. “Okie dokes. When? Now? Can I bring Trouble?”“Yes, to both. Want me to come get ya?”“Nope, the e...ercise’ll do me some good. See you in a few, Uncle Holly.” She clicked the phone off and put it on the coffee table. “Your peculiar brother wants me to swing by. I’m taking the Baskerville Hound with me, Daddy.” She smooched him on his whiskered chin and headed for the stairs to go freshen up.Trouble loooved going for walks. Her curious snoot was into. Jeff pressed on her head; he felt her throat contract around the head of his cock as she began to gag. She lifted up a little then sunk back down, swallowing his cock. She held is there, her tongue pressing against his cock. She pulled up, kissed the tip of his head, and turned and walked toward the steps to exit the pool. Jeff watched as she climbed the steps, watching the streams of water run down her perfect body. Jen walked over to the towel rack and picked up two towels and turned and. Winter is quite nice on the Mediterranean coast!”“We’ll talk about it in the fall,” I promised.Stephie and I decided to go to the Brookfield Zoo so that Elyse and Eduardo could have some time together alone. We told them our plans and Elyse smiled, and told us to have a good time. Stephie and I drove out to Brookfield and spent the day walking around the zoo checking out all of the animals. We spent most of the day either holding hands or with our arms around each other, and talked quite a. “Look ,” I shouted with excitement, “Look at the cottage.” Tom gave out a gasp as his eyes focussed on the cottage. “Bloody hell,” said Tom, “would you look at that!” The cottage was like it had been transported from the fairy tale of Hansel and Gretel. I don’t mean it was covered in sweets, but it was built in a similar style. It had a thatched roof and a chimney in the centre where wisps of grey smoke were drifting up into the gloomy sky. A cobbled path led.