I let the wind bring me news of nectars, of overripe fruit, of the cycles of the sea. My ears were lulled by the rhythm of the surf, and pierced by th...e calls of gulls. My fingers met the grains of sand beneath them, and learned their squirrely ways. My toes sensed the currents of the water, even as my hair felt the different ripples of the breezes. My eyes watched the sun boil and blossom and bless through my eyelids. I forgot where I was. I forgot the Goddess beside me. I forgot myself. I. A little less than a minute had gone by before he poppedthe question."You want a blow job?"I grinned at him and said, "Sure man, that'd be great."He slipped inside the booth and as he knelt down in front of me he said,"My name's Tommy." Hi, Tommy," I said as he unzipped my jeans, moved the pouch of my thongaside and pulled out my rigid meat, then he slipped a hand back into mypants and draped my balls outside of my fly. He ran his tonguetentatively along the shaft of my cock before taking the. The weekend before Thanksgiving is a horrible time to fly. Not as bad as Christmas, but damn close. The plane was full of people happily going back home to their families to celebrate.I hated them. I hated them with a jealous hate that burned white hot.Fuck 'em.That had been my attitude on a lot of things for quite some time now. Fuck 'em. Fuck it. Fuck everything.I had taken the window seat in the last row in first class this time; gotta love frequent flyer miles. I had a gazillion. They let. I stood there looking at her as she walked off and I don't know but I was starting to look at her in a different way. Her curves, the way her arse swayed as she walked weird shit really but I ran after her and caught up and soon we were at her house. Her mum was in the kitchen doing mum stuff and we went straight upstairs o Linda's bedroom. It had been along time since I was in there and it had changed a lot. Most of the toys had gone except the few she had kept for memories but still the same.