.. and last but not least some illegal stuff. This latter domain, deep in the bowels of his private life, involved the twin activities of dickflashing...and voyeurism. He wasn’t particularly proud of engaging in them, but he couldn’t help, and couldn’t bother really. They gave him joy, especially when he pleasured himself while in the middle of practicing them. On the frequent occasions that he partook in this hobby of his, he had to wait till his shift is over, for obvious reasons. Then he was. Charlie and Mike had split up a month before we met. Charlie didn't talk about him but her perants commented alot about him, saying he wasn't good enough for there daughter. He was a machanic a biker and a boxer. Not the kind of man to be welcomed into the house of a consultant surgeon ( her dad ) and a company director ( her mother ). He was discribed to me as "ruff crude and working class".The plans for the wedding snowballed and the big day was only days away. A country Hall had been hired. The lighting was soft but bright enough to give him an awesome view of her golden skin and lush curves, all the walls and the ceiling were covered with mirrors. She knelt down and slid Johns shoes and socks off his feet and as she tugged at his jacket, he came to life and quickly stood and stripped naked, his hard on jutting straight out in front of her face. Angel took it in her hand and gently hefted it, testing its weight, looking over her shoulder to the mirror beside her, she smiled and. It was tough getting two words out of Chris, but his parents did their best to keep the conversation cheerful.After dinner Chris went straight back to his room. Joanne and John watched a cop show on TV and then decided it was the right time to talk to Chris."Let me get changed first," Joanne said. "He'll be more relaxed then."John slipped into the shorts he wore to bed, while Joanne pulled on a semi-transparent nightie. She was naked beneath it, and she knew it was possible to see the outline.