Later on in the afternoon the Blackpool guys were messing about in the pool with a ball. I'm pretty sure the next thing was deliberate on their part. ...I was at the bar getting us some drinks, glancing over to my wife when I see the Ball come out of the pool, it rolls right under my wifes sunlounger. A couple of them came to the edge of the pool and were shouting to her to bring the ball over to them. So I watched her, she seemed a little embarrassed but she did it. She got up, put her heels on,. I moved up to her knees, kissing them softlywith my sticky lip gloss, then moving up her innerthigh, slowly, gently moving from leg to leg.I could feel the heat from her pussy as I started tolick the inside of her thighs, the groans gettinglouder as I move up more. I flick my tongue gentlyacross her pussy and watch her squirming now inecstasy rather then pain, the tears now replaced byfeelings of pleasure.I manoeuvre my tongue carefully to the entrance ofher pussy, just like the expert lesbian. I'll take the blame and tell him I changed my mind. I'll get the bail money together and we will make our stand together. I'm never, ever walking away from you, boy. We started together and we'll go on to the end, together. So help me, God, Cully."The tears were falling freely by then. Girl remained composed.I had no choice. Everything she said was true."You trust him? He's not a psychopath is he, Girl?" No, I do not believe so. He showed me pictures of his c***d, a little boy. He's divorced.. At first it was a variety of choices, many of them in different countries. Oxford in England, Edinburgh in Scotland, then there were Princeton and Harvard here. It took me months to come to a verdict and I finally chose Queens in Canada. Why? Because I thought it’d be fun to live on my own for a while, that and the fact that post-secondary education cost far less in Canada than here in the United States, even with the scholarships. But then it arrived, a letter with a wax seal like something.