Had Mrs Hotter go the wrong end of the stick? Had I got the wrong end of the stick? Had Mrs Craddock pulled a fast one just to get someone to do a bit...of heavy lifting? From what little Mrs Hotter had said, I’d had a vague idea of someone one might feel sorry for. That wasn’t the impression Mrs Craddock had given at all. The one slither of hope I had was her attire. She wasn’t exactly casually dressed, and I did want another look if nothing else.Besides, I’d been brought up to be helpful, so I. Seizing the opportunity I asked about the time she caught dad and his brother in bed with my dad's sister in law; I expected her to close up and tell me to mind my own business but she did not.Apparently mum said she had come home from her mother's earlier than expected and let herself into the house when she heard what she described as low growling coming from upstairs. Curious she climbed the stair and as her head reached the level of the top step she saw movement in her bedroom and for some. I never hid my semi erection, why would i it’s a perfectly natural reaction. Gary turned towards me soaking himself and freely sporting a full erection, he had a grin across his face and was openly enjoying himself. “Well Gary”, I said, “very impressive you have a fabulous cock there”, “ as do you John,” said Gary. At that my cock became fully erect, “can I Touch it John, “ said Gary, “be my guest,” I replied.Gary came over and took my hard cock in his hand, he started to stoke it retracting my. The palm trees and secluded beaches piqued my interest. Simons strong hands rested on my shoulders as his lips pressed against my ears.“I thought it might give me a chance to have you all to myself for a week.” His hands slid down my body and delved into the front of my shorts.“Mmmm, I’m sure we’ll both have our hands full.” A smile crept across my lips as I felt his fingers wrap around my throbbing shaft. He began to gently wank me as he cupped my chin, turning my head to meet his and kissing.