Enjoying my meal of mutton stew in the kitchen sitting with my back to the Rayburn stove, it's gentle heat further relaxing me and my wife fussing aro...nd the kitchen as wife's do, it did not surprise me when I felt her hands caress my shoulders then to feel her lips kiss the nape of my neck as she slid her hands around to tweak my nipples between her thumb and forefinger sending jolts of pleasure through to my manhood. The evening ahead in the lounge with the wood burner glowing promised to be,. .” she said, looking to Chuck for a reprieve, but getting nothing back from him but a steady look.“Really? Cool, that’s really cool, I wish I knew a girl like you ... well, I guess we sorta do, but you know... “Like, what did you do? I mean, was it like this, with a timer?”“No, it was, well...” she stammered, pausing, adjusting her seat, feeling Jackson throb beneath her hand. “Yes, tell us!” he urged her, adjusting his legs beneath her, his hand now coming to rest, holding her thigh quite. "Might I ask why you're so intent on investigating me?" I asked her curiously."Yes," she answered slowly, "perhaps the beginning would be the best place to begin."She got up and went to the door. She asked someone to bring the photo album from on top of her dresser, in her room; and to bring coffee, also. She looked at me, eyebrows raised, and I nodded acceptance. She ordered coffee for two, a complete service."A number of years ago, I lived in St. Louis County. Mostly from the time I was four,. There’s some things we did in that car I will never forget. I wonder if he has?’ ‘If you don’t mind me saying, Holly. No guy is going to forget being in a car with you even if it is a beat up old LandRover.’ ‘Thank you, Nick. I’ll take that as a compliment.’ ‘We’re here at last!’ Nick said as he turned into a lane beside a little country pub. As we bounced up the lane and I said to Nick that a LandRover would be handy for a road like this. He didn’t reply but out of the corner of my eye I.