It had been such a long and difficult journey for him, and now, he could see that it was finally nearing it's end.Two Bears wondered if he'd even be a...le to recognize his two children after having been away from them for so long. Wolf Fang, his son would be in his sixth summer now, and the baby, Twisted Path, would now be big enough to walk and should be able to speak a few words. He was finally able to allow himself to think about how Bent Willow had been able to manage without him around for. They keep going until the bowl or pot is so clean you won't be able to see the difference between it and one that just came out of the dishwasher. It was pretty obvious which type Dino was. He was really going to town. I'd hate to see him lick his tongue raw on that metal pot.Mary finally had enough of squatting down, holding the pot at an angle he could work with. She picked it up."OK, Dino. You've had enough. There isn't any more left."He sat down and continued to lick all around the outside. When he cupped his hand there, her wetness would have given her excitement away.She told me that despite the alcohol, she did think that she was doing wrong but realiised he was very excited and thought she was to blame for agreeing to the kissing and that she should give him at least a hand job to calm things down and finish the scenario. But just as she was fishing for his cock, he pulled her knickers to the side and started lightly touching her clit. At this stage she admits she lost. A little brass plaque of remembrance was put up near Bert's usual stool in the bar and for a long time that stool was never soiled by a local resident's behind. Holidaymakers knew no different though and some of them did get a little confused by the toast of "To Bert" that was often sung out if one of them made the mistake of sitting upon that stool.It must have been only a couple of weeks after Bert left us that my cousin, Billie, turned up one day on one of the cruisers. Billie was with her.