“Really?” It was still anxious.“Yes, poppet. Really, really!”Her head went down again and her arms tightened round him. There were more tears ...ut these were ones of relief.Peter fished in his breast pocket and shook out a handkerchief.“Come on, little one,” he said gently. “Have a mop and a blow.”She disengaged and did as she was told. She hung on to the handkerchief.“Thank you, Peter,” she whispered. Her head went back against his shoulder and her arms went round him again. Neither moved for. I found a cloth, then wet it and helped her wipe her face. “Here, rinse your mouth and spit.” She took a mouthful of the wine and did just that. “Feel better?”“Now I do, in more ways than one. Seems like every time I wake up for the last few days I have to do that. The priests have said it’s normal, mine just hit a little earlier than usual is all. But that sure killed any mood I had for doing something other than talking to you.” She laughed a little. “So, are you all healed up from whatever. Even though we were the best of friends, I was terrified he would think I was gay and would insist that we packed up and head home immediately.Jeff’s hand had strayed to his cock and he was absentmindedly playing with what appeared to be a pretty impressive piece of manhood. Still not sure how to handle this, I made a retreat to the cooler for another couple of cold beers.When I returned the head of his prick was now fully visible down the side of his trunks and looking my way said, “Do you. "Something wrong, sweetie?" Robby asked. He watched her study her fingertips.Holding up those fingertips, she said, "There's white dust all over everything in here." Her nostrils flared briefly. "And it smells like sawdust." She gave him a look of curiosity, her head tilted to the side.Thinking fast, he answered, "I needed some extra space in the closet. The super came in yesterday and set it up for me." Mmm," she responded, the look fading from her face, "That explains the scent of an.