Lynda arrived also looking quite good, I gave the girls a lift into town and wow, there was sailors everywhere you looked. Dropped them off and drove ...ack home wondering what was going to happen to my wife if anything. Well it was getting late, girls still didn't return and I could imagine Lynda copping a good fucking while Monica was avoiding passes as happened a number of times when single according to some of Monica's account during our bedtime talk. It was past 1:00 am when I went to bed. Their lovemaking had been mind blowing, and Anne-Marie seemed in every possible way the perfect wife.He shifted his body slightly to get her head into a more comfortable position. She was not totally asleep but moved down his body and for the third time that night she had his cock in her mouth and licking and sucking with enthusiasm.Suddenly she stopped and walked to the window to look at the flashing of shells and the crump of bombs as the Luftwaffe once again visited Portsmouth. Turning she. Tom said he made him a senior guide toward the end of last summer, so he has to be fairly decent." But did he light up when we said 'Grand Canyon'!" Scooter giggled. "Turns out he's not a newbie to the Canyon. He ran a trip with his parents, five years ago, I think he said. One of those quickie oar trips, and they flew out at Whitmore. But he sounds like he knows the drill; I get the impression he was an unofficial junior swamper, even got a little flat water time on the sticks." Interesting,". Another moment of silence followed before he spoke again. “Is there anything I can do?” Gustav shook his head, his eyes cast downward and Erich felt a deep sympathy for his friend, along with an underlying sense of guilt for his lack of patience - not just that day but in general - and he inwardly resolved to be a better friend to Gustav, as he so often did following such moments of insight. “I am sorry,” he repeated softly. Gustav looked up and Erich was seized by a strong pang of desire.