Waiting for the bags, Anne clung to Will, kissing him and hugging. When they got home, Mary started the round of hugs with the others, Anne took Will ...upstairs.At supper, Sigrid said, "Should we call them, Mary?" No, Sigrid, let's make up a tray. I'll take it up."Alex went with her, knocked on the door and opened it. Mary went in with the tray. Will and Anne were lying in the bed, spent but joined. Anne's face shone with joy. Mary set the tray on a table beside them, gave each a kiss and left.In. . but his voice snapped me back to my surroundings. The smells of a teenager, a hot teenager in front of me and a growing tent in my briefs."Instead of getting hard, just come over here and finish me off. Nice and quick before he gets back"I moved subconsciously, dropping my bag and throwing off my shirt in one fluent move. I stared at the pulsing veins on his cock and moved to grab a hold of it, I just wanted to see what it felt like to have a mans cock in my hands. Not that of a young. But I reckon I’ll stick to beer.” Marianne grinned knowingly. “It’s OK. And just so you know, I got that recipe off the internet, so rest assured, it is not one of mine.” She set down a pint of beer in front of him and gestured at the open magazine on the bar. “Whatcha reading?” “Just another apocalyptic prediction,” Ryan said dryly. “February fifteenth apparently. Some asteroid from space is supposed to crash into the earth. I doubt it’ll happen though.” He scanned the article. “Yeah, see. "Alex was just about to leave at the end of the day, having seen Daniel, whenGayle came up to him, bearing a large package. "This was delivered here,marked 'Personal' for you. Any idea what it is?" Alex replied that he didn'thave a clue. "Oh well, you better open it then."Alex ripped open the end of the padded outer bag to find a neatly-wrappedparcel inside, subtle Christmas paper, and a big pink bow. A gift tag said,'To Alex. You'd better open this in private. Merry Christmas.' No name asto.