Of course in England the water is always a little nippy, but we all got used to it fairly quickly.It was always good fun and time to bond, but a new e...ement was added the year I turned fifteen--four years ago today.It was just me, my older brother Jeremy--Jem for short--our dog, Tyrell, and Mum and Dad who came to the cottage each year, and it was a large place.My favourite spot was the screened in porch. I slept there and read there and wrote in my journal in there. Usually it was my place,. The affection she heaped on me. The smiles I felt from within were coming back as strong as if it were yesterday. What an eye opener. “Really…is all I could think”. When you have loved someone…the feeling never really dies….merely is subdued with the sands of time. When the situation presents itself…the hourglass is shattered and the sands flow freely to the floor leaving nothing hidden. My heart was pounding, palms sweaty and stomach was making me feel ill. It was like I was 20 years old. After a few minutes James was moaning, his hips starting to thrust forward , a little more of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth at every stroke, both our breathing was quick and ragged now, I knew he was near to spurting, I wanted us to cum together, his hand slid over his cock and really started to masturbate himself hard now, my own fingers were sliding in and out of my hot cunt fast and furious, he started to groan loud now his body going rigid, his muscles hard and strained as he. There was another image of the guy scrambling to leave, and then a welcome surprise.The image quality wasn't the best through the back glass with the flash going off, but it was clear enough. The woman who had sat up in the back seat had nice tits, and hadn't managed to cover them up with her shirt when the camera snapped.Matt chuckled and flipped through two more shots of the couple fleeing. He felt a little bad about accidentally cock-blocking the guy, but it had probably saved him from.