“Oh yes I do. I’d seen them at the College, and on that park bench.” She grinned. “Like you, I couldn’t pull away. Pam didn’t tell you the...whole truth,” she added.“No?”“No. And from what you’ve said she never has.”“Embarrassing for her,” I muttered.“Sure. To admit she’d had his cock in her throat, on a park bench and had then come home to you. Not easy.” Clearly she had no sympathy for Pam. “It simply isn’t right.”“No, I know.”“So whether you’d broken it up this time or not is immaterial.. Today they were preparing to do something else they knew that they weren’t really old enough to do. But their parents, all four of them, were so devoted to marijuana that the two kids just had to satisfy their curiosity. What was so great about weed anyway? Today they would find out, for Paul had filched a single bowl’s worth of the herb from his parents, and Paula had smuggled a small bong into the shed.Carefully they loaded the bowl, just as they had seen their parents doing. Then they. That big lens appeared to drag the insides of the shelter across the pitch and place it outside my hideaway. The only problem was that things were a bit dark for taking clear pictures without using a flash, something I didn't want to do and anyway the flash with the camera wasn't powerful enough to illuminate something that far away.Any pictures I was able to get would be blurred unless the people were totally still, something that didn't normally happen unless someone was asked to hold a. Anyway, I think his limp five-incher twitched a couple of times in the next few minutes. “Stop thinking about it,” I teased, giving his arm a playful punch. That night, when Tony and I returned from dinner, Gaynor and Charlie were already out on their balcony, sipping from glasses chinking with ice. Again they had disrobed but had not switched on the balcony light. A chink of subdued lighting filtered out from their room. I got a bottle of shiraz and Tony took a cold beer from the fridge..