She asked me let me get you something to drink. I said no thanks madam. That time I am looking she was drinking Bacardi and she asked me Manu would yo... like to drink something hot in the climate, I said no madam, she said come on man, I know you drink while looking at you only, just leave the formalities, I am drinking Bacardi, if you want you can take some whisky, I said ok, she asked me to follow her, wow she has a bar room. With lots of liquors it’s well maintained like a five star hotel bar. But I’m happy to have you in my car today!”I wasn’t sure if my mom was hoping for five hours of intriguing conversation, but that wasn’t going to be the case. The tragic shadow that remained over us led to a rather quiet car ride. That’s not to say Muireann and I didn’t communicate, though. Besides the infrequent small talk that peppered the journey, she surprised me when she pulled out a small notebook from the rucksack at her feet and set it between us. Opening it to a blank page, she took. The increasing urgency of our need makes us move at the same time, as his hand crawls up my inner thigh and settles gently, covering my swollen, wet lips, my hand moves from his bicep down over his flat, hard stomach. I am surprised by the heat of his penis as my fingers gently touch the bulbous head. I hear a sharp intake of breath, I open my eyes to look deep into him and he cannot disguise the pleasure, the deep lustful enjoyment of my fingers trying to encircle his girth and not quite. "I found out they barbecue and go swimming every Sunday. I kind of got an invitation for the two of you if you're not working next week." I work early Sunday. I'll be home by 11. I guess I could camp out by the pool as easily as on the couch here. What do you mean you 'kind of got an invitation?'" We had chicken and corn on the cob both done on the grill and they were both great. And then they brought out this store bought potato salad. I guess I sort of bragged about yours and the next thing I.