This was the last activity my hole could cope with for one day because as I climbed off Gary it was dribbling spunk and liquid Crisco all down my legs, it simply didn’t have the energy to close up again for several minutes! I felt like such a slut, but a happy one as I sat down next to Gary and the twins on the grass watching the sun go down over the sea. Finally the inevitable couldn’t be put off any longer; it was time to head back down to the beach and Jack’s house.
Making our way carefully down the steep path we (Gary and I) held hands preventing each other from slipping and embarrassing ourselves. Damien called us old fogies and chased Lawrence onto the beach where they wrestled playfully until we caught up with them. As we rounded the headland Jack was just waving off Mick and Steve
