Luckily, most parts for bass didn't require tricky fingering like I might encounter on a guitar. It was more like just playing chords on the piano.So ...ow I was versatile Ed Murchie, semi-professional musician, stumbling along without a plan, dragging Fran along with me. Oh boy, the blind leading the blind. How did I get myself into this mess, I asked myself constantly?The truth was, I was enjoying it. More importantly, Fran was with me every step of the way. Better yet, she was in bed with me. “Damn, Sam,” he groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. “That’s amazing. You’re such a loving daughter.”Joy burst in my heart.My head twisted from side to side. I sucked. Slurped. I loved him. Precum spilled over my tongue. The sour flavor of my ass faded as I cleansed him. My hand felt the strength of his body. I left red lines as my fingernails scratched.He growled. I could tell he was close. I slid my mouth up to the tip of his cock. I sealed around just the tip of his dick. I fluttered my. ”Tom and Sue wandered around the grassed area enclosed by the ruined walls of the castle, admiring the different aspects. It was still fairly early. They saw just one other person – an elderly lady taking her dog for a walk.Tom took out his new camera which was a big improvement on his previous model. It had a high-powered zoom lens and produced high resolution photographs. He carefully focused on the various aspects that the castle afforded, taking in the ruined walls and the beautiful views. The new navigation gear would see them safely down the North Sea, into the Channel, out into the Atlantic and down the coast to Portugal and then past Gibraltar and into the warm, sunny Med.By now Croatia had been forgotten, fortunately since it was about 3,500 miles of sailing and the boat with its slightly baggy old sails wasn’t likely to do much more than 100 miles a day at best. “It depends on the wind,” the twins had answered questions about where they could sail to, and gradually the.