At the time, I thought my life was over. As we were saying goodbye Nigel put his arms around me and kissed me. I felt like I had never felt before and... if he wasn't holding me so tight, I might have fallen down. When the kiss ended he looked me in the eye and whispered, "I love you" and he ran away. That was the last time I saw Nigel Langford.I thought about Nigel through the years. A girl never forgets her first kiss. I sat there staring at his message wondering what it would be like seeing him. Her eyes got real big and asked if I was into that, not picking up on my sarcasm. "Yeah... is that a problem?" "Not at all."I was 19. I had never tied a woman up before. All my experience in bondage had come from kink.com or other BDSM sites I stumbled upon in my internet misadventures and my lack of knowledge showed. I had her hands tied behind her back in a scarf I found in her closet. How they stayed tied, I have no idea. That knot couldn't hold shit. I suppose it helps when the victim is. ” Jack holds out a beautiful bouquet of flowers, mixed lilies, roses and even some peonies. The combination is random but wonderfully held together in the florists’ wrap. “Thank you. Please, come on in.” I lead the way into the lounge as Jack shuts the door and follows me. He lets out a low whistle on surveying the room. His eyes take in the family photographs and stylish decorations, which have become my allocated hobby thanks to my husband. “You have a beautiful home, Pen.” Jack goes to. He reached for his shorts and stepped into them."I'll put him away for now," and mum groaned laughingly."Spoilsport."We trooped into a beachside café where we all enjoyed an ice cold milkshake, mum and Shannon sat together, Shannon with a hand between mum's thighs. "You're wet, you slut," she laughed, and mum blushed looking at the bulge in Colin's shorts."It's the weather," she protested, but parted her legs discreetly and sat there with a dreamy kind of smile on her face."You need a shave,.