He fancied touring Italy. He thought he would take a train to Northern Italy and hire a car, preferably a high powered open top sports car. Then he re...earched further and found that since he mainly wanted to take in cities, it was better to travel everywhere by train.He worked out a timetable and hoped to take two weeks holiday. Feeling tired but successful, he pottered around tidying up, before sitting down for a Edradour whisky nightcap – oh, the delights of the single malt!Again, as so often. Traveling with relatives had made spending some "alone time" difficult and therefore I'd not had much chance to masturbate.I was happy that no one else wanted to come along with me and were content to stay where they were. So off I went wearing only baggy shorts, tank top and foot protection from the hot sand. There weren't many other people there and those who were, were widely scattered. The further up the beach I walked, the fewer people I saw. After walking a good twenty minutes or so, I. ’ ‘Get a job, asshole.’ ‘Sorry, I didn’t hear you, Honey. The TV was too loud. I’m watching 24 hour sports.’ In my case, I’ve been hoping for more unemployment compensation. The bill that sailed through the House got hung up in the Senate Finance Committee, controlled by, guess who, the Republicans. The Republican Senators played games with desperate people waiting for some meager monies to get them through the holidays and the rest of the year, while they added their pork barrel spending. When I first learned I was pregnant, I shared my fantasy about breast milk with Chris. At first, he wasn't sure he would like it; but as my breasts grew larger during the pregnancy, he became obsessed by them. A few weeks before giving birth to my son, my breasts started producing a lot of milk. One night at the dinner table, Chris just got this wild grin on his face. I looked at him, asking what he was thinking. He just stared at my huge, swelling breasts. I looked down and I had two large wet.