We make each other “feel good”. I’m sure you get the picture. So, how the hell did I find myself at the police station? Here’s the short of it... There was a “disturbance” at the park that I wasn’t exactly a part of, but I was there. The situation was blown up out of proportion and me and a few of my friends were detained. If that doesn’t fuck up your day, I don’t know what will. But there I was sitting in a bland, gray interrogation room waiting to be questioned. Me - the definition of. I used to brush Katelyn’s mane sometimes back home; it was relaxing for both of us, a chance for us siblings to connect again. I know how to do it gently, to hold the root end with the other hand so I don’t pull too hard, getting any tangles out and giving the hair the sheen that only brushing provides. Mel was purring by the time I was satisfied; cats and dogs aren’t the only species that enjoy being petted and pampered.An inspection of the fridge confirmed that we needed to make a quick trip. We took a taxi back to the hotel.The next morning after breakfast we went to the National Gallery of Victoria on the other side of the Yarra. I'm certain that we saw only a fraction of the exhibits, but we were there all day. There were some striking works from Vanuatu and New Guinea and a great deal of European painting, including a wonderful early Turner. Rachel spent over an hour looking at the costume and fabric displays. We looked at some of the Australian art, but knew that we'd be going. Slowly I removed each boot, then his socks. I ran my hands up the inside of his thighs, getting to his buttons. I opened up the top of his trousers and put my hand in. Good he was hard! Off they came ...again he had his wife's knickers on. I joked he wouldn't want an accident and have to go to hospital wearing them lol His cock was straining in them so off they came too, releasing his beautiful cock. It had only been a couple of weeks but I was desperate to get it in my mouth. A quick stroke.