As much as I wanted to wrap her up in my arms, I was just enjoying her company too much to break the spell by any type of pass at all.Once we arrived ...at my place Nan had to explore my shop. She darted from place to place, now looking at my metal sculptures, now studying my offerings of Sapphic poetry. She looked at me and said "This is WONDERFUL." Her enthusiasm was infectious and without thinking I scooped her up in a tight hug and kissed her."Thank you."She kissed me back. "You're welcome.. ” “You seriously want me to pull your jock down?” “Go on, mate. Do it for me.” “You’ve just found out that I’m gay and now you’re asking me to pull your jock down?” “Go on, mate. Do it.” “All right then.” I tugged the waistband of his jock down over the cheeks of his bum. But there was something stopping me from pulling his jock all the way down, something at the front. The front of his jock was pressing down on something. Didn’t take a genius to work out what it was. I said, “Who’s the gay boy. “Andrew Stott. Senior investigator” was all it said, along with a London telephone number. He put the card into his pocket, slightly troubled. Ted was a friend. Ted had helped him, Gerry, many years ago when, as a teenager, he had got into a bit of bother. Ted had helped him out stood up for him when his own father, a real drunkard and alcoholic, wouldn’t. They had been friends ever since. Casual friends, but friends nonetheless.Even so, Gerry thought, Ted was really asking questions where he. Her story started to get me hard and she noticed and wrapped her hand around my cock and told me it was very nice. It grew even bigger as she slowly jerked me. I took the opportunity to grab her hardening nipples between fingers and rubbed them to get them even harder. She started to talk about cock rings and how much she liked them and then called over to her friends at the next blanket and called the husband over and asked him to bring his cock rings. I was surprised and quiet and.