"Hey that did hurt didn't it. All right then tell you what I'll do, I won't cut the other one off just yet. Instead I'll finish off the story so that ...you can learn that my father and I are really nice people at heart."So anyway, you'll gather by what I've just done to you that I sliced off both his ears, and after I did that I gouged out his eyes. Impressive effort that was, do you know how hard it is to do that? No I don't suppose you do. Guess he sort of fainted after that which gave me a. The working hours varied with the amount of trade the restaurant got – obviously on the weekends we were busier while during the week, I often had time off in the afternoon after the lunch rush and before the evening customers started arriving.Next door to the restaurant was a tourist bar catering for the passing trade during the holiday season. It was run by a married couple – not Greek but French or Belgium – I was never really sure. The husband was around 50 years old, tall, long-haired and. Her slit was glistneing. She directed them to sit on either side of her. Peter resumed finger fucking her while Tom mauled her tits. Carol lay back and told Peter to lick her cunt while Tom kept sucking and caressing her tits. Peter attacked her cunt, his face buried on her, his tongue lashing her from her rosebud to her clit. Carol pulled Tom into a passionate tongue wrestling kiss, moaning into his mouth. She looked over at me with hooded eyes. She mouthed that she loved me.Carol. 'What is that Gordon?" she asked."It's a bulge!" was my rather embarrassed reply."What is the difference between Hard and Light?" she asked?'Dunno." I said"You can get to sleep with a light on!" She explained, looking at the bulge. "I reckon you might need a hand getting to sleep tonight." A hand would be nice but I would prefer something hot and wet." What, like a cup of tea?" She teased."No, I was hoping for something like whatever it is you are hiding under that blonde bush you kept flashing.