" How can you not? Being as you are and doing what you do. You are a kind of policeman. I did not approve of my father either, but I was his son. When...he asked me to help that night I didn't refuse. I don't know what we took - hashish perhaps - but the customs were waiting for us outside the harbour. They came alongside and I think my father fired a flare. He was not a peaceful man. Both boats burned very quickly. We were carrying a lot of petrol. I was the only one who got to the shore. Often. Into the pot I poured some water, which I planned on heating up over the fire.I always pack my food supplies in Ziploc bags, for several reasons. The main reason would be in case the food packs ever fell into the water. Another benefit is that it's nice to have everything in one package that can easily be found.Everything that we would be eating had become frozen during the night. The bagels were frozen, the jelly was frozen, and the eggs were frozen. I placed everything into the warm water so. There was a huge amount of tenting action going on in the front of his trousers. Suddenly, it was like I was hypnotized. I watched as my hands reached out and undid the button on his pants, grabbed each side of the waist, and yanked them down around his ankles. The next thing I knew, I had his giant candy cane down my throat and my nose buried in the softest mound of pubic hair you can imagine. Santa really had a gorgeous piece of uncut meat. I'd guess it was about 10" long and covered with big. We chatted for a while, sipping our wine and basking in that wonderful post sex warm feeling. I was soon feeling horny again. I reached out and stroked the back of my fingers down Mandy’s face. "You are so pretty." "Shut up and kiss me you idiot," she giggled. I leant forward and kissed her lips softly. I slid my hand up her thigh and under her towel. She did the same to me and soon we were again caressing each other. Her hand tracing the shape of my hardening cock, mine rubbing up and down.