“I want you so bad” he whispered in my ear. I turned around to answer him but he kissed me again, this time on the lips. I grabbed him by his tie ...nd led him onto my bed, he lay on top of me and I started unbuttoning his shirt between kisses. I took off his tie and shirt, discarding them onto the floor, he got the idea and pulled my dress over my head. We kept kissing while I ran my hands up and down his body He began to moan lightly as I reached up and kissed his neck slowly. He began to pull. “Oh Shit, oh crap, I hope that’s turned off. Bollocks!” I quickly tucked myself back in and hoped for the best. This latest possible ‘busted’ moment could well spell disaster!I waited a few minutes for things to go down, then returned to the house and explained that the drill needed a charge. Everything seemed fine. We decided to have a break, a cuppa and a bite to eat while we waited for the drill to charge. After about an hour we decided the drill should be ready and carried on. This time I. I got the tools off the back of the truck and headed over to the windmill, which was next to smallish lake of Chrystal clear water, surrounded by soft green grass. The lake was surrounded by trees and couldn't be seen, unless you were inside the tree stand. As I checked the windmill pump, my A*nt walked off, checking out the area. She came back, saying how lovely the spot was and asked if it was OK to have a swim in the water. I told her I swam in it all the time, so she said, "Well are you. This seemed to get the blood flowing into it as it then grew to a disproportionate size. I found myself incredulous at its length and had to ask, "How... how big is that thing?" N'est-ce pas? Sorry, Fogg old chap, I'll stick to English. How big is it you ask? Well, I should say it's in excess of eleven inches, not quite a foot long, although I do wish it were thicker rather than so lengthy."I replied in French, " C'est formidable, in any event! I feel inadequate being in the same room as you.".