” As the words slipped from her mouth she really got a nice pink face. Her body felt like it was on fire. She hadn’t ever had feelings like this b...fore. And she loved it so much she could feel dampness building between her thighs. “Thank you, you’re not bad either.” He said giving her a little wink that made her blood boil. 3. After dinner Lenny looked at Michelle and asked, “Would you like to walk to the pier and watch the sunset?” he hoped she would say yes. He had never watched the sun go. Not much older than a boy, really. But he was a gorgeous young man, and one I decided that I had to have before he left the coming weekend. He was lodging at Morven MacKinnon’s boarding place, just down the street. If I had my way, she wouldn’t be seeing much of him over the next four days. He ordered his pint and we sat at a small table in the corner, next to the hearth. “Tell me everything,” I ordered. “Are you married?” “Divorced,” he said, rather miserably. “But I have a wonderful eight. The service flowed and even the congregation had joined in with her chosen hymns. Better yet, the sun joined in and shone down on the happy occasion. Her dress had arrived on time and fitted perfectly.The groom looked immaculate in his tux and tripped over his vows where his nerves mangled his tongue in a mouth that was drier that the Sahara dessert.The lavish reception had been no less a success. Seamus's best man made a speech, which although bawdy in places had delighted and entertained all. Photos, sure, but online? What if someone from our k**s school saw them, or something? Once we both agreed that it was best to keep our faces out of them, we were a go. Oh, but we had no idea how much it would turn us on. J is a writer by trade, but we both know a little about what makes something have an artistic feel, so we thought adding a little rope to the picture to start might inspire us. I truly love being tied up, and one of my fantasies is to be tied, blindfolded, and fucked while.