I know that we’re not going to be able to do so, but if I had my way, I’d spend the next 200 years living back here next to the river and the salt...marsh. All of us have good minds, and most are experts in differing areas, but none of us have the kind of personality or ego to become a dictator.”“I’m glad to hear that, Grant. If true, I think you will find me one of your greatest supporters.”“Thank you. Those words mean a lot. Now, shall we get back to our prisoner?”While they again journeyed to. After a few days of phone ping pong (no mobile phones back then) we met Brian and Kate, a couple about our age he was about six foot carrying a little too much weight, she about five foot, busty, blonde and bubbly. We met in a local pub but it didn't take long to arrive at our home, they had c***dren currently with a babysitter. Though they were slightly nervous Brian soon suggested that we might as well get on with what we had got together to do, in our family room I had already put a couple. She laughed and picked up the shirt she was trying on. It was a tight shirt, and that was very apparent when she put it on. I had a hard time not trying to rub myself in front of her. I encouraged her into buying the shirt, and after stopping at the food court, we went home. When we got home, she went upstairs to put things away, and I joined her to chat. Now, this next part is all kind of a blur, and I still have no idea why I did this. When we got upstairs, I sat on the edge of her bed as she. And I didn't consider that as being a "bevy" of women. But I did find myself with an entirely new problem now, and one I hadn't really considered worrying about until now. I'd been horny all day long. I'd also been looking forward to throwing in a movie, getting myself off, and now with Angela's tits all but hanging out in front of me the way that they now were, my cock had risen to full staff even before I had realized it. I'd finally had to re-cross my legs in order to resituate myself, not.