Tina was still asleep.Ken had put Michael in his stroller and was gently rocking him. He was exhausted by the morning's frantic flurry of activity. 'H...w did my mother manage it all those years?' he wondered. 'How does Tina manage it every day?'Ken opened the package, it was from his friend, Sandra, and contained a note.Our Dearest Kathy K:Thank you very much for your prompt letter. Sarah and I had a wonderful time reading it, and we demand that you write as often as you can! Your story is. . But then I thought "fuck it" and relaxed my butt. He circled around my anus with his finger and suddenly pushed his fingertip up my asshole. Meanwhile he slowed down the tempo of his right hand and slowly pulled my foreskin all the way back and forth . It felt so good... He pulled his finger out of my butt, only to spit directly on my asshole. It felt dirty and wrong but turned me on so much. He ran his finger around my anus again before sticking it in deeper this time. He repeated this until. This was a private joke between Gillian and her Mum and areference to my tapes.Generally I didn't drink coffee but I knew Natalie liked coffee so I hadone too. We all updated our Facebook pages and checked our e-mails.After the coffee we were off to buy mascara.Then we went to the lingerie department for Natalie.As I had been listening to the tapes for a week now my usual fear ofbeing seen anywhere neat the lingerie department was missing... You knowwhat I mean, when as a boy you went into. It was important to orient oneself with a known sight.The once-familiar confines of the boat took on a strange, alien atmosphere here under the water. Familiar sights juxtaposed with unfamiliar colors and orientation produced an uncanny effect that threatened to upset his confidence in finding his way to his goal, and he was tempted to admit defeat and return to the surface. Only the clear sight of the main hatch opening behind him gave him the courage to continue.Fortunately, his was the aft.