"Oh I see the tents gone. Simon in spare bedroom now then."Andy grinned. "The shed."Zoe laughed. "Well it serves him right. How is he?" He is fine. Rh...a has had him doing all the cooking, washing, menial jobs and the like. Oh, and a tattoo." A tattoo?" Zoe replied shocked and Andy smiled. She picked up a stone from the lawn and threw it onto the rockery as she meandered over to him and sat down opposite."Yeah. It was Rhea's idea. To remind him who his girlfriend is. So he has a tattoo of her. The seventeen year olds win it hands down.Yes, sunny days. But they weren't always sunny. November 6 through the 10th, 1913, the very reason the Kings Knight was hurrying to miss the Winds of November, is a time Michigan and Ontario would prefer to have never happened.Those four days of 90 mile per hour winds, close coupled waves reaching 50 feet in height and 24 inches of heavy wet snow sank eight ships for a total loss. Eight ships in Huron alone.They were the Argus: 28 victims, James. Softly I rubbed my nipples with my thumbs, felt them harden. I lay back, played with them. Absent-mindedly I twisted them, pulled them long. What would he like to see? Spreading my legs, I stood my feet on the edge of the mattress. He would want to see the genuine thing, me getting horny, fucking myself. One hand played on with the nipple of my right breast, the other hand slid between my legs. I felt the soft skin under my fingers as I rubbed my crotch. I moaned. If I could only forget that. This one individual had at least 12 or 13 pictures of himself in various pairs of panties, I was hooked. The more I looked at his photos the more I wanted him it was a fairly quick leap from touching him, licking and kissing his bulge to wanting to actually suck his cock.Several weeks of masturbating to his photos I could not stand it any longer and I sent him a message, I told him how much his pics excited me and I wanted to give him a blowjob. He responded within two days and left a phone.