It was the second day of the canoe trip and after being on the water all day and having a few cocktails by the crackling fire my wife decided she was going to turn in and get ready for the following day. This left her mother and I sitting by the fire drinking and talking …
Mammary Mansion Ch. 08
Bloody hell, here I was, miles from anywhere with the Barent’s Scandanavian chauffeur (chauffeuse?) Sonia, peeling just about the most delectable body I’d ever seen out of her suit with the full intent of doing dreadfully nice things to my body. I attempted a half hearted protest. “Er Sonia, are you sure we should be …