A 50 year old memory rears like a serpent, emerging from our steam-cased carriage, we stepped out into London with my Mother’s guffaws ringing in my...ears….I must have been looking out of the carriage window as we sped into the City (a predilection I still indulge to excess, given the opportunity) and my face was covered in soot from the steam engine’s backdraught…my Mother curled around the platform, speechless with laughter…my Dad joined in ~~~~ my ignorance of the problem and my indignation. ” She pleaded. I allowed a sneer to grace my features for a moment.“What do you say?” I asked.“Please?” Came Lydia’s reply. I smiled and inserted, inch by inch, the toy into her, stopping only when the clit extension was firmly pressed against her clit. I waited a moment and then, switching the toy on, I began shafting her in and out, in and out with gusto.“Mmm!”, Lydia purred over and over as I shafted her. I tried to vary my approach. Sometimes I’d shaft her slowly maybe five or six times,. I was a little jealous, and both women knew it. Hell, if I had been fucking Julia Roberts (something I thought about doing, quite frequently), I'd still be jealous of Brad Pitt because he was, presumably, fucking Angelina Jolie.... And Angelina wasn't even, so much, really my type!But Kim brought me back to reality. "His name is not 'Rolando, ' Will-ard. It's just plain 'Roland.' The 'o' sound is at the end of his last name: 'Hidal-go'."Oh," I said, pointedly. Always the humorist, me."And he's. Finally we arrive to the cabin and take a look around first before we unpack. The cabin is in the middle of the forest backing on to a lake with a private beach that no one can use but us. The cabin had a big fire pit in the back yard with a big pile of wood and on the deck was a hot tub set to the perfect temperature.We went back to unloading the vehicle and and I grabbed my bag and it made a cling sound as if glass hit each other.You ask what was in the bag and I tell you its for cocktail.