That's for something to do to keep him creative and busy. So he doesn't stagnate like some--" Pete!" Robin shot at him.He lowered his eyes and sucked ...n his breath. When he looked up again, there was a different expression on Chris' face, one of curiosity and reflectiveness."I'm sorry, Pete," she said. "I knew he had a boat, and I-" Yes, we have a boat. It's not as big as this one. It could be, Mrs. Eglund, but we don't need it. He runs around in it collecting his pieces of driftwood to work. What would I be? A blogger? A vlogger? A cunty snogger? An influencer? A demonstrator? A rampant copulator? Maybe even a pop idol, reality TV starlet or Z list celebrity propping up game shows, opening supermarkets and turning on Christmas lights in no-hope towns up and down the country? Well, I just thrummed and throbbed and quivered and pulsated at the thought of all the excitement ahead until I was a writhing, squirming, gooey mess of scrummy-dumptiousness. The one thing I knew I didn't have. What I saw there was a pleasure to eyes and was sufficient enough to cause any men go weak in his undies. She was lying there with her upper body fully exposed, her boobs were wheatish, firm, with small pinkish nipple surrounded by brown areola. There was no evidence of shagging. It was bliss to feel those lemons. I examined every inch of her boobs, nipple, and her armpit. There was nothing abnormal.She asked for my contact no to which I denied initially but on her insistence I gave her my no.. I slid my hands up her back and unclasped her bra, she backed up an inch to let the tiny garment fall to the floor. I dipped my head down and started kissing her neck, she moaned and said, ‘and what would those one or two things be?’ ‘Use your imagination.’ I said moments before I bit her neck. She gasped and slid her hands down to my belt buckle. She fumbled with it for a second as I moved my attention to her breasts, she had small, pink nipples, right now they were harder than I’d ever seen.