Monsieur du Coudray didn't look well at all, but didn't say anything, only stared at us."He's just a bit surprised," Annan told us with a giggle."I th...ink that Captain Billy should go with us also," Duncan told us. "He was a Sea Captain and he can explain the details and the significance of all of this to Mark and the other leaders." Will you go with us, Captain?" I asked."Yes, they promised me a ship, and I aim to collect," he told us in a serious voice."Don't even ask me. I'm staying here.. I said something to him about his bike, and he said he hadn't got a clue how to fix it, and that he would have to wait until his dad got home that night. He went on to say it was a shame, because all his mates were cycling out to Wallasea Island, and he was going to miss all the fun. It was a gloriously sunny day, and I really felt sorry for him. Being a bit of an expert with punctures, I offered to fix it for him. I think if he had had the courage he would have kissed me there and then. He was. But he was gentle, so gentle, unlike his friend. Blondie had stamina too, he rocked for a good long time while I kept doing the best I could with Frank's wood. Long smooth strokes, sometimes a little side to side. It was heaven, one of the best fucks I'd ever had. Blondie became even more gentle as he got closer to climax. Slower and slower, long strokes pushing harder and as deep as he could. I pushed back, trying to help him. His moans became louder and I could feel him harden just before he. He had bought the old bowling alley business when it went bust several years ago and even made back all the money it had cost him just by clearing the site of materials for recycling. Then he had tarmac’d the surface for the additional parking required when a consortium finished building the nearby cinema and restaurants complex, which had delivered the death knell to the weary old bowling alley. As Tim had easily undercut the purpose-built multi-storey car-parking charges, the old bowling.