We had booked into a little B & B on Bath St. and were looking forward to a little romantic time together. Kirk knew all about my past, I think it tur...ed him on just hearing about it! We had enjoyed the day messing about on the boating lake and in the resort’s “Theme Park”, Pleasureland. Being early September, the sun had already set at 7.45pm, as we made our way onto the pier. “ You hungry babe?” I asked Kirk, he nodded , “ we’ll get some fish ‘n’ chips then, eat them "al fresco”,“ Ten minutes. "Not quite yet. Let me enjoy this a bit longer." He stroked his son's head, marveling at the hair that had sprouted during the long months of his deployment. He looked around the room. Perfect. Just what he had dreamed about for Christmas. The fireplace smoldering; almost out but the glowing coals still warming and providing the only light other than the Christmas Tree lights. Even his feet up on the coffee table, ankles crossed, was how he had imagined it with his wife and son tucked against. Enjoy it? Of course you do, can you really cry poor?Get your body up, making you stand,Order you to hold your cock in your hand.'Come on play for me now!'As I sit and comfortably watch.'Look at me while you do it, no don't stare!'Forbidden to look at a spot elsewhere, As you await more torturous instruction,I slap you some more with a sudden compulsion.Miss Marquise, to you.You taste so sweet.As my tongue sails around,Your radiant hard heat.Just a few seconds,No more.I'll bring you to your. Talking this way of Jennifer was more than he could stand. ‘Keep that for Ted. He loves to hear the hows, the whens and the whys.’ Peter’s voice rose to a shout. ‘I’m not interested’ ‘Steady on.’ Bob completely misconstrued Peter’s outrage. ‘You’ve been working too hard. Give it away.’ He began organizing Peter’s life. ‘If you’re not at the bar on Friday night, Ted and I’ll come to drag you off – paint, grease, overalls and all.’ Bob knew he was pushing Peter’s limits. He watched to see if.