Why? Because I thought it’d be fun to live on my own for a while, that and the fact that post-secondary education cost far less in Canada than here ...n the United States, even with the scholarships. But then it arrived, a letter with a wax seal like something out of the medieval age. The seal was in the shape of a red sun. No address was written on its face but my name was engraved in cursive gold letters. Naturally I opened it. The whole of it was also written in gold, though it wasn’t very. I thanked the couple behind me and told them that I thought I knew the guy. They simply smiled affably. ‘Get back here you asshole!’ The skinny screwball began to shake the fence. I spied a couple of security guards making their way over to him and they caught up with him just as he was beginning to climb over the fence. What a screwball! Did he have some fetish for old people? As I walked up the gangplank, I heard him raising his ante on my ticket. The highest I heard was ten times what I paid. ’ She fussed a bit to un-strap and help him out of the jacket. Then she returned to her chair pulling it a bit closer, she sat and crossed her legs exposing one while raising the hem of her skirt slightly. ‘There now, that’s better isn’t it?’ James nodded silently in reply again, before continuing, ‘It’s hard, when it happens, I can’t control it.’ He was again looking deep into Katherine’s eyes and she felt herself being pulled within. ‘I don’t want to, but I when I get excited they can’t help. I heaved myself up from the floor, stood straight and sort of ‘stretched’ out the cramps. She was laying there, apparently, very content. I felt my shirt, and realized I was soaking wet from her juices. I striped off my wet shirt, undid the belt buckle, and let my pants drop to the floor. My cock was hard as a rock. Although just an average 5 ½” it felt like it was a lot bigger. She hadn’t stirred, just in that afterglow. I dropped my jockey shorts, noticed the wet spots from all the pre-come,.