Randy moaned in response to my touch, telling me nonverbally that he enjoyed my hands rubbing his body.With a few more drops of massage oil in my hand..., I rubbed the palms together and began working onto his strong, tattoo-sleeved arms. My eyes scanned all the tattoos on both arms and even the one on his upper back, I swear whoever did his tattoos must have been an artiste with the permanent ink."Do you feel relaxed?" I asked him."Yeah, you're very good with your hands." Randy replied."Why. I grabbed Ian and giving him a massive kiss, I blurted out “he’s just fucked me darling and it was sensational”. Ian in his usual calm self Just took me in his arms and said “ I could see that from the dinghy - I don’t know what you bothered wearing anything back but you’ve no doubt had a great time and now you’ve got to tell me all about it - the kettle is on. You want a cuppa Lars” A short time later we all sat in the cockpit and I explained what happened. I’d had a quick shower and was. “I have an almost photographic short-term memory, but I have to write it down right away. Otherwise they slip from me.”“Understood.”“I know you don’t have a name ... that you tell me you don’t need a name. I need you to have a name, even if it’s one only I know. Will you let me call you a name I give you?”“If it fills a need,” he replied.“I’ve been looking on the Internet for a good one for you. How about if I call you Nebo? Nebo was the Babylonian god of wisdom and writing.”“You may call me. I walked down the sidewalk to a side door and knocked on the door he came to the door and said can I help you. I said "sir could you help our school and donate to our fundraiser" He said maybe come on in. I walked in and he closed the door behind me and said "so what are you girls raising money for" I said "we will raise money or anything else we can raise and looked down at his boxers" He was standing there in a white t-shirt and boxers with his cock stretching the fabric to its max. We.