.."Oh, I ah, I'm sorry, I was expecting to get my son at this number. Ifyou know him, Michael Moore, would you please have him call me back atthis nu...ber..." My knees felt week and standing alone in the dim light of the bedroom Iwondered if I could have made any bigger mistakes today. First, callinghome on the condo's phone and not remembering that caller ID was prettymuch a basic option on every phone in the land. Next, giving out mycell number to my mom. That really wasn't the problem. . 7 first year college girls.”“First time away from home?”“Yup,” I said. “They’re all pretty spectacular ... and learning the ropes.”“The mooring includes one day admission to the Club.” She pointed east. “Now you need to go to Lyttelton Port Company.”Lyttelton wasn’t half the hassle that Timaru was.“Timaru warned us,” said the Port Officer, producing a stamp.Whack“Seven 18 year olds?”“The girls. Two men.”“Chaperones?”“Nope ... crew.” I said, “I saw two wrecked and abandoned sailboats on the. He asked me. "Does that feel good?" I told him "Yeah, Brian it does."He started to pull down my pants and boxers and was staring at my pulsing cock.He told me that if we were going to do it. We had to do it now.I was skeptical but I also felt pressured at the same feeling conscious about his sister coming downstairs. But in the end I caved in and told him yes.He replied happily and starting stroking my cock softy with his hands and he asked me if i would do so also. We were stroking each others. "No wonder Mary was tired. When I got home she told me how she had hired a carpenter to take down the old kitchen, and a painter to redo the walls. She had chosen a light grey colour with a hint of pink in it, so the walls would change colour when the evening sun poured through the windows. "It's going to be so beautiful, Erik. Just perfect. I also dropped off the pictures and text at the real estate broker. He felt sure he could sell our house in a week or two."At half past four we were sound.