" Same here, darling."Her hands came away from his face and her arms went round him. She clung to him."I loved you before and when we married but now ...... Oh, darling, I can't tell you how much I love you. It just keeps growing stronger and more wonderful."There was no more kissing as they held each other in understanding and total happiness.Becca rang Nell that evening."I need to talk to you about the future of the Damsels," she said. "Would you like me to come over to you or could you spare me. To make me realise what would happen he rubbed his hands down my back and slapped my arse. ‘Do you want more?’ he asked. I shook my head. ‘Fuck yourself on his cock then bitch.’ I climbed onto the bed held onto his cock and fed it into my sore cunt. I slipped down with a bit of effort. When I hit bottom of my cunt he pulled me to him and kissed me. It was nice an tender I closed my eyes and kissed him back. I was bought back to reality when I felt my hair being pulled and a cock. A bit of a chore to get to — fighting mad tides up the Thames and all — but I’d heard it was worth the effort. Anyway, with winter coming on fast I needed to find a place to sit-out the cold, and, not speaking Dutch and my French ludicrously unused for decades, London seemed an interesting, even a safe choice. I was wrapping up my summer sailing through the Baltic — alone, as had been my choice of late, after crossing the Atlantic in June I spent my first week in Scotland, crossing west to east. She was wearing a sexy negligee. The only trouble was, she was coming home.A girl phoned me and said, ‘Come on over. There’s nobody home.’ I went over. Nobody was home!A hooker once told me she had a headache.I was making love to this girl and she started crying. I said, ‘Are you going to hate yourself in the morning?’ She said, ‘No, I hate myself now.’My wife is such a bad cook, if we leave dental floss in the kitchen the roaches hang themselves.I’m so ugly I stuck my head out the window and.