Maybe that was so, but I wasn’t going to argue, and a bit of grovelling seemed to be in order, so I grovelled. No, they said, I had to pay a $200 fi...e. I suggested that for one day that seemed a lot of money, and was there a way in which they could be more lenient. There was, it seemed, and the next day I could take them for a ride in the boat, way down the coast. I was loading the boat with some food and drink when they arrived. The blonde was stunning, tall, lithe, in a white vest and powder. It took every bit of my willpower to keep my cock from surging up, knowing that if it did she might book it away from me as fast as she could. I sat down, my lower body now completely under the hot water. I poured a glass of wine and turned to her. “Come on Debbie – water’s a bit hot, but feels great.”She was nervous and turning red. “I … I didn’t bring a suit …”I laughed. “Don’t be silly. As you can see, neither did I. But there’s no one around, and it’s not like we’re kids or. And face... with the loud plopping noises... through allthat slobber and spit... filling your hands... and the reason you switchhands so often... is to gather up the excess spit... that collects...nastily... underneath a Man's drenched balls... so that you can slideup... another handful of your own spit... to the very tip... of Hismassive erection... so that not as much of it... will go to waste... bydripping onto the floor... between his legs... a mortal sin... thatjustifies... for Them.... That fucking bastard. I hope there’s a hell, and I hope it’s full of GTO and other guys like him. Megan was my sweetheart… at least, I wanted her to be. She was my true love, and she should have become my wife. My mood had definitely soured by the end of the funeral. I had hoped that I would have another opportunity to talk to Megan before leaving, but Sarah and then a few other women drew all of her attention for the duration. I left by myself, feeling about as low as I had ever felt. I felt a.