Sure it had taken four years, but now, no longer having to ask Adam to come to bed, to have him crawl in with his own volition, was worth every second...she had pined for his heart. ‘Here it is,’ he exclaimed as they finally found the brunch spot he had been wanting to take her since he saw in on the Food Channel. They were deep downtown, and the first time he mentioned it, he didn’t fail to see Emma balk at the location. But it was a Sunday, and he reassured her that they wouldn’t see anyone. We swam round, looking at all the fish and the rocks, and I suddenly realised that we had swum round the corner to the place where everyone was wearing something, except us. It didn't really matter because we were in the water, but there were other people, using masks, who were taking more interest in us than the fish. Jon was oblivious to this, but I wasn't, and I was collecting a little gathering of young teenage boys. Not feeling very brave at that moment, I swam over to Jon, and told him.. "Oh yes," I whispered. I urged her to grip it harder and stroke it more forcefully. The pressure around my cock got tighter, wringing a moan from my gut. She stroked it harder and faster, I closed my eyes for a second from the unbearable pleasure. “Ooohh yes.” I sighed, and she further increased the speed in which her fingers moved around my cock. “That’s it. A little harder.” I instructed, and she complied. She increased the pressure of her hand, squeezing hard around me. I wanted to speed. “He knows that he is improving. His no-quit attitude is probably one of the major reasons that Frank would not fly with anyone else while Bill was off with his injuries. Eventually, Bill insisted that Kathy would not let Frank down, either, and he finally agreed for her to fly him without Bill sitting in the seat beside her. Had it not been for Bill’s no-quit attitude, Frank Wainwright would be dead, and he is very aware of it. Ask him to tell you about it. Not Bill, because he would just say.