“Sixteen year old Lagavulin Danny! Right off the Isle of Islay! One of the oldest distilleries in Scotland, you can taste the peat and seaweed in it... Petri Heil!”“Eh?”“Its German Danny, Petri Heil. Hail Peter. St Peter is the patron saint of fishermen and in Germany fishermen greet each other by saying Petri Heil. It’s a bit like us saying “tight lines”. It’s supposed to bring luck. When somebody says Petri Heil to you, you reply Petri Dank, or thanks Peter.”“Right then Petri Dank!” They. What is it?" Call me Vicki when we're making love — not Mom. It may be silly, but I think I would like it better." Sure M... Vicki." He laughed and hugged her tenderly. "Okay Vicki, I want you... I want you a lot." Tony, I want you too — want you right now," she said as she fondled his hard, erect prick.Tony had her sit on the end of the sofa bed and lie back with her feet on the floor. He spread her legs open and sat on the floor between them, placing her legs over each shoulder."Oh Tony, you. ”She had pulled the top almost up to her chin by now which did nothing to hide the triangle between her legs. I reached out and grabbed the top pulling it from her grasp. ”Look at you. Naked. Another minute and he would have been fucking you. Is that what you wanted, to be fucked you little whore?”Mary had one serious problem. She was just too much like me. When her stubborn streak took over nothing would make her back down. She also had my temper. “Yes!” She screamed, “I wanted to be fucked. She lit some candles and put on some soft jazz music. She waited for her husband to come home. At around nine o’clock the door opened. Emily rose from the couch and walked over to greet her husband at the door. “Hello, Tommy!” “Emily, you look amazing.” Tommy approached his wife and they shared a deep and passionate kiss. Their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. His hands held her at her waist. He held her very tight. He whispered things into her ear which made her giggle. He appeared to.