A slow, relaxing sail – more of a drift, really – down the Colne gave the ornithologists plenty of opportunity to look at the creatures of their o...session. A sailing barge, of course, is almost silent, and ideal in the right conditions for getting close to waders and sea-birds. Anchoring at Mersea for lunch then slowly working back up to Maldon; not quite so easy in the south-westerly wind. A stop at Lawling Creek including tea, watching the tide gradually covering the mud-flats, finishing back. The kids had flown before, but not in a small jet such as this. The other times had all been in larger commercial craft. Mom was waiting for us. "Betty and Billy, this lady is your grandmother. We will be living with her for awhile. Mom, this is Karen Olson, Neica's sister. She has been caring for Neica's children." Welcome Betty and Billy. Karen, you are welcome too. It has been a long time since I watched two small kids, so I'll need help from a nanny." Thank you, Mrs. Baker. Being here is a. Smriti is being a bitch (Smriti came over and playfully slapped Kritikaji on her shoulder and started squeezing my balls as she likes to do when she is bored, and stuck a vibrator down her pussy) and using emo on my baby (she stuck her tongue down my throat and French kissed me for a minute). All we are saying is that we have a chance to make some money. We saw the rules; they cannot permanently scar you, nor can they do anything like cutting you or burning you and all. I know you don’t like. ‘Ooooh, you mean like SEX!’ I exclaimed drawing a deep blush from Kathryn. We had always been very open and flirty with each other and I was always the one to shock her innocence with my rather open attitude on the subject. ‘Yes John,’ she said, smiling in spite of herself, ‘Exactly like sex.’ ‘Kathryn how in the world could he have a problem with your sexual relations? I mean look at you! You’re a gorgeous 32-year-old woman. Any guy would give his right nut to go to bed with you.’ Kathryn.