God, I love him so much and to see that look on his face turns me on. I love what your friend is doing to him. I can’t explain the pleasure I am get...ing from seeing him have this happen.” She started to move her hand between her legs, but I stopped her. She look up at me with desperation in her eyes.“I should have asked, but when was the last time you had blood tests done?” I wondered.“We all had them done on Wednesday, the girls said that they needed them for this job, so we thought we should. Regardless of what the nanny state portrays about our early development, I was itching for action from the moment my hand could reach my dick and I have yet to regret or feel in any way bad about my disposition, everything is working how Darwin intended it.My father built train engines, at work he built deltics and at home he built steam engines. The attic was a workshop, a total mess, filled with strewn tools, metal and blueprints. The place was lethal, everything was sharp, gnarled and had no. "There's my grandson!" he heard from above. Without warning, strong hands scooped him up and hugged him close. Brian nuzzled his face into his grandfather's sweater, smelling wonderfully of pipe smoke and mothballs."Brian?"Brian looked over at his grandmother. The shape of her face was so elegant, framed by silver hair as she took another sip of bourbon, leaving a red lipstick smear on the Waterford crystal tumbler."Brian?"Brian closed his eyes and just enjoyed his grandfather's embrace, never. I say the broad gist because it was sometimes quite hard to make out his exact meaning in between the various expletives.We talked through Mandy's likely whereabouts. Harry's view was that her flat was the best bet — he was fed up with trying to find good pick up points in airports and the muzak in Heathrow Terminal 3 drove him mad. He also "suggested" that I could make up for the fact that I'd obviously caused all this rush by setting up the snatch myself.I gave her a call. She was pleased to.