‘How did you meet my daughter?’ Shelton plowed straight into the story and Laurel’s parents listened expressionless. As he finished he said, not...cing how intently the couple had listened to his story, ‘Hasn’t Laureleven mentioned me.’ ‘No and unlike her mother she rarely talks about herself. That was an amazing story son.’ ‘I struggled to inject responsibility into her when brining her up,’ Beryl said. ‘God how I struggled.’ ‘Yeah you beat the crap out of her at times but you stopped short of. I could see a wet spot forming on her panties as she just stood there watching me stroke my hard throbbing shaft. My cock head was huge and purple as pre-cum formed on the tip. My hand gripped it firmly as I stroked it hard and slow while I took in every inch of her fantastic body.“Ronnie, put that big thing away, Jesus all mighty!” she moaned as she continued to just stare at my throbbing cock.“Damn Amy, I can’t help it, you look so fucking hot!” I moaned out as I pulled on my thick shaft.I. ” Do I offer him a biscuit? Don’t suppose I should insult him, by offering a fiver. “I’ve got a Bourbon Cream, if you would like one.” No, OK. “Have a top up of coffee then.” Why does his eyes keep looking down there. I look down and oh frig! A button’s come undone. I think I’m flashing my Lucy! Because my pyjama bottoms are a bit tight, it’s quite noticeable. He’s seen my landing strip and everything. He’s spotted that I’ve spotted that he’s seen my pubes. Now there’s that awkward moment when. By now Pedro, had forsaken his bone and was barking at the cavorting group, who now fell about laughing. They dipped themselves in the stream, then half dressed and laughing they drove home. Showers, and a brew of tea, restored thingsMary putting the machine with a wash of the pee smelling clothes, Micky in his dressing gown now, and the girls thin summer frocks, outside the rooster was in noisy retreat from Pedro once more, god was in his heaven and all was right with the world.It was after.