As she scampered off to return it to the tiny galley, he put his head back, closed his eyes, and worked on relaxing.Not going to crash, not going to c...ash, not going to crash... GloriaShe took the note Harry had given her as they said their good-byes and read it again.“Gloria, “When the kids arrive – and they will arrive safely, believe that – give them a little time to get situated, then send one of the house staff to bring our son to the common area. Meet him there. No one would be so cruel. Almost crying. I swear there is nobody on this earth that I would trade you for at this moment. You give head better than any woman, you don't just suck dick you make love to it with your mouth! The amount your panties get soaked just by our oral foreplay...it is an art that you have perfected because you love it so much. Your blowjobs are messy and you don't hold back the spit as you slobber all over it. You are not ashamed one bit and you could go on forever, but I eventually have to stop. Peter Port, sounding so inviting to the elder gentleman Professor Peter Poet!Panda is living between her hot fantasies after watching sexy scenes here and some shy sex experimentsPanda is only considering some shy sexy steps with a few local lovers in potential as she can't travelPanda is very amazed an elder gentleman takes the trouble to travel all the way to the town she lives!Panda is showing me around town and we walk the beach for some privacy in our private tasty talksPanda is coming. After a time, the wandering turns to meandering, and eventually into a brisk walk accompanied by mindful observation. Moving my body seems to help me think. It’s easy to forget, but I actually love walking. I hate florescent lighting, though. The coolness of its headache inducing color. The way such lights buzz as they flicker and glow. The door in front of me has deteriorated with age. Its frame is sunken and slanted, and what remains of the paint is minimal; a few white flakes clinging.