Sometimes I was brave enough to have my window open so that when I started to leak pre-cum they could hear my gasps and whimpers. I’d be bouncing up... and down in my seat as I shot into my pants, moans and cries of perv ecstasy coming through my window and hearing the laughter of the girls, or their scorn – “fucking wanker, look at him, dirty old sod!” – and so on. On another occasion I’d got a load of mags spread round, and there were maybe ten girls on the other side of the street. I heard one. I live with a sense of dread that I could be a bloody great grandmother before I’m 60 if my grand-daughter keeps up the family tradition! Life feels like it’s moving by way too fast ... And I’ve always had these fantasies about animals – I don’t know where they came from, and I don’t really care to be honest – and I suddenly realised I’m almost fifty, and I’m responsible for so much, and I’ve no idea why I’ve never acted on them ... So ... Here I am...”“What is it about bestiality that turns. " "You didn't mention anythingabout travelling when we spoke last Mr. Church." "Wellobviously I travel, I'm a sales rep' it's what we do." Where is the bag you used for this latest trip?" "Youmean my suitcase? It's still in the car why?" Danpicked up a set of keys and asked, "Are these your carkeys sir?" Church nodded. Dan sent a constable to bring the suitcase up. Whenit arrived he placed it on the bed and opened it."You're sure this is your suitcase Mr. Church?" "Ofcourse I am, what's the. Miriam noticed my discomfort and patted my knee. I thought that I was about to pass out."I want to get some photos of you, Miriam, and our photographer, here has graciously agreed." Okay," she replied. "Where do you want to go?" How about let's go to that old covered bridge over the Timbuktu Creek? We where just there and Mr. "National Geographic" here wanted to take some more photos of the bridge with you in the picture. I think that he doesn't really care where but he wanted to take some.