We had a merlot. I suppose it might have been a bit too powerful for the meat but it was really good."Well, I'm just back. I guess I'll have to catch ...up with washing. Put some food in the cupboards, give the house a clean. It's amazing how dusty it gets just standing there." Yes, sure, but that's not what I meant" You meant how am I?" I'm like most blokes; not good at talking about myself, but I'm still tired from the trip. Maybe I have had too much to drink and for a man, I'm being. Instead he was watching him carefully. He tittered a little, blushing.“Come on Christopher don’t be shy. I’ve seen all of you before remember?”Shrugging a little, Christopher tugged down his boxers over his pulsing erection and dropped them on the rug by his other clothes. His adolescent member all six inches, uncut tip dripping with pre-cum, jutted up from a nest of downy pubic hair. His balls hung low and swollen by his buttocks. He looked from it to Helen. She regarded it with an almost. His wife kept her eyes downcast on her plate for much of his discourse; she rarely spoke, but when she did her voice was of an educated tone, and I would think she had been a governess, or a ladies companion, before joining the Reverend George Proctor in Holy Wedlock. From time to time my mind would wander, as the Rector ranted on about the government, the local population, the weather, the state of the roads, the price of port, or any of the many other subjects that raised his ire, and caused. They hesitated over her breasts, then moved on, until they met at the top of her blouse. Her eyes never left his. They seemed hypnotized, almost glazed. He kept his eyes steady, the finger pointed at her head. Her hands opened the top button of her blouse, as if this were a signal, a small sound came from her. She moistened her lips reflexively. Her hand moved down to the next button, and opened it. Then to the next, and the next. When there were no more buttons she pulled the blouse open,.