My brother-in-law now lives in Exmouth, and tells me that travelling between home and Kingston takes him just over four hours. Back in the ’60s we a...lowed ourselves ten hours, leaving Wimbledon at 5am, hoping to arrive in Paignton about 3pm, and be unpacked and settled in before the hotel served High Tea. That last weekend in July, immediately the schools broke up, was a scorcher, with blue skies and the rising sun to our backs. I can see the route on the map now but my overriding memory of the. " "Yes, Mama," they dutifully replied, forgetting about the smallchild and the casual gift they had given her.___________________ "All programmed and ready to go," Bobbie said as she stepped backfrom the costume machine. "What are you going to turn me into this time?" Dean asked as hetried to get a look at the settings on the machine. "No peeking," Bobbie laughed. "Oh, come on," Dean said plaintively. "Not even a hint?" "Well, it won't be what we did last year," she. I realize that my original fantasy will now be replaced with a second one, a fantasy that is actually more my husband’s than mine. My loving husband has had an ongoing fantasy for years, one that I’m going to try to make come true this afternoon. If at all possible, we are going to suck that strangers big, hard, gorgeous dick! Hubby has never sucked a man, but has dreamed about it often, wanting the two of us to suck it together. The right situation has never presented itself before, but,. He even showed us a few exhibition moves — just the sort of thing to wow the crowd. As we packed up and headed for the door, I was feeling physically tired but mentally elated. Whatever else tonight had in store, at least I need not disgrace myself on the dance floor.I bounced in through the front door, a cheerful whistle on my lips, only to screech to a halt when I saw the Smithers in the hallway, and heard the voices of Mr. and Mrs. Jones filtering through from the drawing room. I had.