His hand, calloused but warm, the same hand that had taught me to hold a baseball bat when I was a k**, was now wrapped around my erection, working me...soft and slow as could be. While at the same time, I was stroking his big, dad-sized dick, which was pulsing and leaking just as much as mine. I was as turned on as I'd ever been, and struggling to keep control of myself."Fun, huh?" dad whispered huskily into my ear. I groaned a little as Dad's hand focused on the sensitive head of my dick. I did. ’ ‘Yeah but surely your erm… coupling with Alison must’ve at least boosted your confidence.’ ‘Well, I guess so.’ Peter reflected, ‘But I’d rather meet someone in real life.’ ‘Well, you’re off to that conference of yours soon,’ Lindi said, ‘maybe you could try out your new-found confidence and chat up some nice piece of skirt in one of Nottingham’s classy drinking establishments.’ ‘Maybe.’ Peter answered simply. Thursday, March 11th 2010 – 12:04pm ‘So how did your friend get on with that sister. " Aye, Skipper," she responded and headed aft."Skip, the survivors' clothing should be pretty much dry. I decidedthat would be the best use of my gift in this case, ma'am," Rachaelsaid nervously to me."Great job, Ensign. Please resume your station. Admiral Demmit and Iwill take it from here," I praised her.She headed forward with a confident smile."Ready, Admiral?" I asked. "I'll follow your lead, sir." Somehow I seriously doubt that, Alex." Which one is Brackenridge, sir?" Second from the. The pair of archeology students arrived back to a camp filled with laughter and music. The team was all back from town and had brought the festivities with them. Paul and Kari joined the group around the common campfire that was lit nearly every night. There were bottles of Guaro Cacique being passed from hand to hand, fueling the revelry. Some of the diggers added the Guaro to their cups of punch or Coca Cola to lessen the impact the ethyl alcohol had on their livers. Others took pulls.