Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen. Davina.
Did my daughter let me have a quicky with my mate last night? Did she hell! Bless her little cotton socks. But holy moly she is a little c**k blocker. I was just about getting some boob action when the whaling began. My daughter, well she has a powerful set of lungs on her, and I don’t know if she was jealous that her daddy was getting some boob action when she must drink from a bottle. Or maybe she is just a daddy’s girl and hated him giving me attention. Whatever it was, she let her annoyance be known, at a decibel level that could cause permanent ear damage.
However, we managed to get some sleep, before she woke us up again, at four in the morning. Deciding we needed to have an early start anyway, I packed up our things for a week. I gently a
