“Got a driving license,” Brian asked.“Yeah why?”“Fancy a go at driving this?”“I thought you needed a HGV license for one of these!”“...ot to learn somehow.”“OK I’ll give it a go but you’ll have to help me““Don’t worry about that I’ll give you all the help you need.”We pulled over at the next lay-by where Brian asked me to strip off then slip on my shoes before climbing over the engine cover and sit on his already naked lap. Following a very brief introduction to the controls we set off with me. The door to his room opened and Susan came in."Don't you ever knock?" You just got me in to trouble," said Susan."No, you got yourself into trouble because you didn't get out quick enough," replied Ned. "You should know what mother's like when she gets going." Well, it was your fault. What have you been up to now? She asked."It's none of your business. You wouldn't understand anyway." I'm only fifteen months younger than you, even if that does mean I'm two forms below, and I know as much as you. And, even after all this time, he still held the door for her, buttoned her sweater, and called her Sweets. This, my Valentine’s Day story, is a brief glimpse of their story of love and commitment. I hope that in sharing this story with you, that it will open your eyes to the plight of others who are in desperate need. That fateful morning, Bob made Ida a bouquet of gray roses from old newspapers and when he made her tea, he gave her the last cookie. He fashioned a handmade card from a folded. And in sex," Robert said, staring deeply into my eyes. The room was bathed in only candlelight, and the shadows flickering across his strong face made him look even more handsome than before. I found myself fantasizing again about how wonderful it might be to have this man making love to me, fucking me, or better yet, sucking me, relentlessly, until I came a thousand times, after which he would fuck me with his long, hard cock. Suddenly I shivered, shaking me out of my reverie. Robert was.