‘Goodnight, Marri.’ ‘Goodnight, Andrew,’ I whispered, reluctantly hanging up. I decided to skip the bath and just take a quick shower. I wante... to get to sleep. I had a feeling I’d be dreaming about Andrew, and I didn’t want to miss any of it. Chapter Twelve Someone was pounding on my door, startling me awake. I got up, threw on my robe, and ran my hand through my messy hair. I glanced at the clock. It was only eight in the morning. Who would be bugging me that early? Especially on a Sunday. I. I tried to make it myself, but I'm too tired and broken inside.Either you choose to believe our son is gone and move on, or you canchoose to see him again. What happens after that is up to you, andhim..."------------------------------------------------------------------------------As far as a list for London's most prestigious restaurants went, ThePeacock's Tail was near the top. Inside was a luxurious dining hallwhere guests could eat or dance at their heart's content, while diamondchandeliers. At the time there were no sexual connotations involved in her action, she was merely sucking and enjoying her lollipop. As she grew older and learned the facts of life, she realised the similarity between the sweet and a man’s penis. It amused her to reflect that the same action had such an opposite effect. As she sucked the lollipop it diminished in size, fading away to nothing, whilst the penis grew in size and interest. Like Paul’s now, no longer flaccid and useless it was standing upright. He got right down in front of her to kiss and lick her pussy and buried his face in her bush. To my astonishment he lay on his back and got his face right under her between her spread legs to kiss and lick her pussy. His cock was sticking up over his hairy belly and he juddered with sex pleasure as she slid her hand along his front to finger his sex kit. I’ve never even done that myself with a woman!At that time I’d only ever had hand job sex with boys at school. Remembering what that had felt.