I handed her the bag, and she smiled and thanked me. Then when she opened it she looked at me with a raised eyebrow.“I do not know if you drink, but...this seemed right.”“Oh, it will be perfect. I have pork chops in the oven now. But, salt?”I grinned, and asked if she had ice. Thankfully her fridge had an ice maker, and soon I was spinning the bottle in a large mixing bowl filled with ice and salt. “My dad taught me this trick. An easy way for cooling off wine quickly. Ice, salt, spin for 10. “He didn’t get him a drum set.”“The attic room is well insulated,” I replied. “So it wouldn’t have been a big deal. What did you get him, if I may ask?”“A remote-controlled airplane. We should be able to fly it in Washington Park, but if not, I’ll take him to an area near the golf course with lots of open land.”“Are you TRYING to annoy your daughter?” I asked.“Yes! Remember, I’m with you on this one. She needs to lighten up a bit. Honestly, as much as I want to see Sweeney again, he shouldn’t. His final act before taking her out was to change the bedding and lay out a white, see-through baby doll panty and nightie set. He hoped that later he would fulfil another part of his preparation fantasy by getting her ready for bed in the presence of her lover. The only thing that he had not been completely open about was that the date that he had arranged for her was with a black male. Marlon was of West Indian origin. He was much older than John and Ann. They were both twenty-five and he. "He seized his cock and pushed it into Peter's mouth while Marcus's still made its way inside. Now, Peter had to receive two bulbous tips at the same time. He tried to reassure himself that this might end soon, but seeing as how Maribel already discovered his secret, a quick conclusion would never come to fruition in this house. Peter tried to make the most of it, but he wasn't a woman. Furthermore, he didn't have the mindset of a prostitute who dealt with these two men in a dark alley. He just.