Side pocket. Yes. Quarter bottle of cognac. Stand up. Bag up. Sit down. No-one watching. Shaking hand pours the elixir. Take a sip. Bitter sweet and a...lcohol. Another sip. Feeling better now. Relax. Sit back. Close eyes. That was the trouble with Charlie. He just couldn’t keep it in his trousers. Even last night when he knew how important it was to catch the train. Even though he knew what a big day he had in front of him. He’d gone out with some mates with the full intention of just having a. .... well, I just kinda let it go, I... you might not, I don't know, like it or..." "C'mon honey spit it out," he ordered as his hand left the steering wheel for a second and caressed my thigh. "Well," I started again, my face now scrunched up in a near grimace, "The hotel might be expecting a married couple Daddy, a couple on their honeymoon." "Huh, how come?" he asked, a confused look crossing his face, his fingers momentarily tightening on my bare upper leg. Rushing now, eager to. Your taste...unh, unh, unh...for cock!" Thisconversation was really turning her on."I guess so," I said. Just the thought of sucking my own cock again wasturning me on, too." We'll...uh, uh...have to...unh, unh, unh...work...on that," she gruntedand thrust harder, pushing my cock closer to my goal with each thrust. Iwanted this fucking to go on forever but I just couldn't hold back anylonger. My balls boiled over and hot cum shot into my mouth and coveredmy face. Kay took this as a signal and. "Bradford was amazed at his nonchalant attitude towards the trading. Michaelwas a natural at it, and the amount of money he gambled on the market waspretty large for a teen to toss around. Karen walked in after hearing thestory and pointedly added, "Beverly deserves all of the credit though, sheis the one who had to approve of you spending the money. She won't let youwaste your hard earned money on frivolous things like trying to proveyourself to people you don't really need to impress."Michael.