I’d forgotten the DVD and did a few things in the kitchen (tidying up, taking the washing out the drier, etc). The rain was still chucking it down. ... was just about to take the washing upstairs, when there was a knock at the door, I answered it to find Samantha standing there dripping wet. ‘I’ve locked myself out, can I come in for a while’, I let her in and offered her a towel to dry herself off, she said ‘I’m not disturbing you, am I?’‘No, why’, I asked‘You’re in your dressing gown’‘I’m. “It’s not like what it sounds - we love you, both you and Rich, God bless his soul!”“Yeah, yeah! It’s just, well, you heard us say that our parents didn’t get along, that night when these two announced their engagement?” Helen nodded. “It’s true, we’re not making it up! They hated each other’s guts!”“I thought you were just exaggerating,” replied Lauren.Frank snorted in disgust. “I wish! Your mom’s parents hated my guts!”“But why?” asked Peter. The idea of anybody hating the genial Frank Boscow. “What’s the lottery?” she asked William as she handed him the oil bottles so he could grease up her back.“Today’s troubles are enough for today,” he replied wearily. “Save tomorrow’s troubles for tomorrow.”“Thanks, Yoda,” she said as she stepped into her cage, “I’ll have to write that down and remember it.”William looked like he really wanted to say something, but instead he just shook his head slightly and climbed on the ATV. He drove the usual route, but instead of waving at anyone and. I thought how great my new cock would be if it was just a bitmore sensitive, a tad more responsive. The Wererock flashed briefly,though that could have been my imagination. I set the rock down andgrabbed my dick again. Oh, and I played with it. It felt amazing. Everyself-satisfying stroke that had come before that one seemed to pale tonothing but a mockery.Here I was, a grown man going on forty years old, stroking himself withall the intensity of a young twelve-year-old boy discovering.