Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1999 21:14:17 -0000
From: Storyteller_2@Yahoo.com
Subject: Back in old Amsterdam part 7

This is the third story in the Wim/Kris series.

May I thank the many readers who have send me messages of encouragement,
your support is greatly appreciated.

In the story that follows all the sexual parts are pure fiction and should
be read as such. It does not mean the author promotes or agrees with sexual
relationships between men and teenage boys.

Some of the other stuff is factual, Well Amsterdam has not sunk into the
abyss and aeroplanes fly.

If you are not of a legal age where you live to read stories of this nature
or are offended by homosexual behaviour, man/teenage boy, teenage
boy/teenage boy, relationships etc.  etc then please do not read any
further. If you do then it is not the responsibility of the writer or the
posting authority of any consequences that arise.


                   Back in Old Amsterdam

                      By Storyteller 2

Part 7

Thursday

I had forgotten to set the alarm and woke with a start. Why do you always
do that when your subconscious mind tells you that you are an idiot? My
body must have jerked because Wim woke at the same time. ESP was running at
the speed of light and Wim said,

"What time is it?"

He never moved, just snuggled closer and gave me my morning kiss on my
chest. I looked at the clock only to see it was 0600, too bloody early! I
put my arms under Wim's armpits and pulled him over the top of me and up so
his face was close to mine.

"I forgot to set the alarm and woke up with a start and now I find it is
only six o'clock."

"Good," he said, "we can lay and love each other for a whole half hour."

"Well it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good," I said with a smile
putting my hands down his back and cupping his buttocks, one in each
hand. He slid his hands up under my back and curled his fingers over my
shoulders. Our lips brushed together and our hands simultaneously made a
gentle squeeze. Our kiss became more urgent. Tongues fenced and breath
sucked and boyhood and manhood rose even further to the cause. I broke the
kiss and said, "Do you love your old Dad?"

"Naw, he's a miserable old sod, never gives me presents, never gives me a
hug, never gives me a kiss and never helps me with my homework." So saying
he buried his lips against mine and we started again.

"Oh my little Wim, my little rabbit, I do love you," I breathed through the
kiss.

"Oh my Kris, my Dad, my Protector, the love of my life, I love you more than
anything in the world...  What's with the "little rabbit" bit?

"Oh I don't know, it just came out. A little rabbit, a white rabbit, is
soft and smooth and cuddly. It had big beautiful eyes and it likes to be
stroked, so you are my little rabbit."

"I like that," he said, but it must be just between you and me. What on
earth do you think my friends would say if they heard you call me "your
little rabbit" I would never live it down. It will be your secret name for
me."

"I promise," I said and gave him another quick kiss on the cheek. He
returned the kiss and said,

"I want a kiss on all of my cheeks please."

"You present them one after another and I will oblige you my son."

He turned and put his face to my lips. I put my hands at the side of his
face and pulled him to me. I kissed and licked each of the cheeks of his
face and then straightened his head and gave him a long one on the lips. I
could feel him slowly sliding down under the duvet and nibbling my flesh as
he went. I let go of his head and enjoyed the experience. He ever so slowly
manoeuvred himself so that his legs came up the bed as his head moved down
to my waiting manhood. I slid up to a semi sitting position and let his
legs move each side of my body. I could feel his throbbing penis against my
chest as I gripped his hips and lifted his body upwards. I was now
presented with two of the most gorgeous white mounds without a trace of
hair, just could not resist gently sinking my teeth in to each buttock. I
was so gentle it didn't even make a mark but I knew he felt it and was
loving every minute.

I kissed both cheeks and then slid my tongue and let it feather around his
anus. It was the first time I had done this to anyone and it was the first
time Wim had experienced this pleasure. He started to shake uncontrollably,
noises came from him that I had never heard before. He reared up on to his
knees, giving me better access and it pushed my tongue inside. He devoured
my penis to the hilt, his hands grabbing my buttocks and pulled me as far
into his mouth as I could go. I moved a hand to his throbbing boyhood and
the other to his testicles. He was leaking pre-cum like a tap and I had
never felt him so hard.

He slid off my manhood and groaned with some urgency "NOW Oh God NOW,
Please NOW."

I squeezed his tool and he bucked up and down. I matched his movements with
my hand and I felt him go rigid, his whole body went into a spasm. He shot
pulse after pulse of hot boy sperm over my tummy and then collapsed on top
of me still pumping his seed between us.  As he was doing this he was
sucking like mad on my manhood and I came in gushes down his throat. We
both went limp in every muscle, our breathing was like we had run two
hundred metres in 15 seconds. I regained some of my strength and pulled him
round and meshed our lips together. I could feel his heart beating in his
chest and as it slowly came back to normal he said,

"Will you forget to set the alarm again tonight, please, Dad?"

I nibbled his ear and slapped the cheeks of his bottom, "Did you like
that?"

"It was--"

"I know", I interrupted and we both said together: "It was AWESOME."

"Come on, it's time for a shower and brekky."

He slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom wiggling his backside. As he
disappeared through the bathroom door his head poked round the door frame
and he blew me a kiss.  I resisted the urge to go and hug him to death and
waited till I heard him get in the shower and followed him in. I joined him
under the hot water and we soaped each other -- all over. We hugged and
kissed and kissed and hugged and the steamy hot water rinsed off the soap
suds and the caked on semen. I turned off the water and we went about our
now daily routine of 5 S's and the drying procedure.

"Breakfast together again?" he queried.

"Yes I like that and I want to talk to you over breakfast about tonight and
what I suggested to David last night, okay?"

"Suits me. Have you got something planned for tonight?"

We locked the door and moved to the lift and continued our conversation.

"Well since we have been back here in Amsterdam, we don't seem to have had a
minute to ourselves. What with the swimming gala, Kevy and Hugh, David, and
we have seen very little of Paul and Henk."

"I know," he interrupted as we entered the dining room, "both Henk and Paul
complained to me yesterday at school that they hadn't seen you. I suggested
they came over on Saturday afternoon. Is that all right?"

"We must have had our ESP going again because last night I suggested to
David that he and Kevy came round on Friday night. David said he would let
you know at school today if it was okay. So if it is, you can tell them
they can come and stay until Saturday morning but we are having other
guests in the afternoon."

"Yeah that sounds kewl and I can ask Paul and Henk to come after lunch on
Saturday, but what about tonight?"

"Wim, my son--"

"Yes, my Dad--"

"Shut up and listen. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted." He
was about to say something but I put my fingers to his lips to shut him up
and he sucked them into his mouth. I pulled them out and he pulled a face.
I continued, "We don't seem to have had anytime to ourselves and I think
that we should celebrate all that has happened, just the two of us. I would
like to take you to my favourite restaurant and have a slap up meal and
then a quiet night in by ourselves."

"Oh! That sounds fabulous, do you mean the real posh one that I said you
wouldn't get in?"

"Yes, that's the one. I'll give them a ring from work and book the same
table."

"Fantastic, Kewl, I can't wait. Can we have oysters again", he said with a
grin that was almost a leer.

"And Pistachio nuts if you want," I said.

He sat thinking about that one as we ate the breakfast that was rapidly
getting cold. We finished and was drinking our tea when the inevitable
question came.

"What's with the Pistachio nuts?"

"Ah ha," I said, if you eat half a kilo of Pistachio nuts you get the
biggest, most hard erection which lasts nearly all night. A friend of mine
didn't know about the effects of these nuts and the following morning he
had to do a hand stand in the shower to have a pee."

It was the wrong time to tell him the true story because he was drinking
his tea at the time and when he had worked out why my friend was in that
position the tea came down his nose, out of his mouth and I'm sure from out
of his ears. Tears steamed from his eyes and it took me a lot of back
thumping to get him to breath properly again. We looked at the time, Wim at
his Cartier and me at my Rolex and realised if we didn't move at Wim's
speed of light mode we would both be late. He gave me a kiss, picked up his
satchel and dashed off. I picked up my briefcase and made my way to the
tram.

The day passed quickly, it always does when you are busy and it only seemed
like an hour and I was on my way back on the tram. I managed to call the
restaurant and book a table for 1930. They said they would look forward to
seeing me again so soon . As luck would have it I was in the rush hour
traffic. One of the advantages of a tram is that if everyone sticks to the
rules the tracks are usually left clear and most of the time the vehicle
clanks its way through the traffic. With it being rush hour there were lots
of people getting on and off so that does slow the journey time down a bit.

I arrived at the hotel at about 17.15 and as I collected my key I was
informed that Wim was in his own room doing his homework. Well that saved
me a question or two. I opened the door of 369 to see an A4 sheet of paper
on the pillow on the bed. I closed the door and read the note. It said,

"Dear Dad, give me a ring when you get in, I'm doing my homework, got an A
for my maths -thank you- LOVE YOU, Your loving son Wim."

I smiled and picked up the phone and dialed his room. All I said was
"Ooohhh" The phone went dead and before I could take off my coat the door
opened and he rushed in.  His arms wound round my neck and his head buried
itself in my neck and his feet came off the ground. I put my arms round his
waist and my hands under the cheeks of his bottom and held him in mid air.

He whispered in my ear, "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, son," I replied and I let him go. "Have you finished your
homework?"

"Yep, all done, do you want to see?"

"Of course, what did you have tonight?"

He opened his books and we went through an English essay. I was impressed.
It was titled "A Day on a Motorcycle." It was an account of our trip out to
the Oxfordshire countryside with a graphic description of the ride and the
food we ate. The English grammar was excellent. If he didn't get an 'A' for
it, I would want to know why! I told him it was very good and you could see
the look of satisfaction on his face. His description of the food reminded
me I was hungry. I could hear his tummy rumbling.

"You hungry?" I asked.

"Can a duck swim, you know me I'm always hungry for one thing or another,
"he replied with a grin, licking his lips and rubbing the fly of his
trousers.

"That will have to wait till later. You look smart in your school clothes
so don't bother to get changed and I'll leave my suit on. We will shake
them at the restaurant arriving dressed up."

He really did look smart. He was wearing a white shirt with a school tie,
light grey trousers with a good crease, matching grey socks and shiny black
brogue shoes. His school blazer was black, single breasted with the school
crest on the breast pocket. He was the epitome of a teenager who belonged
to someone who cared and oh how I cared. He went into the bathroom and
swilled his face and combed his hair.

"Will I do?" he said as he came over to me and gave me a hug.

"You'll do," I said, put a coat on I don't want you to get cold. Come on
let's go otherwise we will be late."

We walked to the restaurant and arrived a little early. No matter I was
sure we would find a place at the bar. We were welcomed with open arms and
our coats were taken and hung up. We made our way to the bar. Wim was
amazed because as we sat down the barman put a G&T, ice and lemon in front
of me and a coke in front of Wim. He said to Wim,

"A cold one - no ice" and walked away.

"He remembered," Wim said with incredulity in his voice, "he actually
remembered and I've only been in here once."

"The sign of a good barman," I said, "but who in the world could forget
someone as nice as you?"

He smiled one of his sweet smiles and a look of contentment came over his
face as he sipped his coke.

He looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes and said, "Shall we have the
same as last time."

"I don't see why not, it is one of the specialities of the house and it is
very good."

As I was talking the barman came and asked if it was the usual for dinner.
I nodded and he went away. It was nice, just the two of us, no other
distractions. We were informed that our table was ready and we were led to
the same table we had on our first visit. The waiter apologised for the
size of the oysters, he said they were imported Whitstable Natives and were
a bit smaller than they normally served so they had given us a dozen each
at the same price. Both Wim and I grinned like Cheshire cats and I told him
that was fine. The table looked immaculate as usual, low lighting and two
red candles throwing shadows and highlighting the cutlery. A bottle of
crisp white wine was by my chair in an ice bucket and the wine glasses
sparkled in the flames. Wim sat down opposite me and looked in my eyes and
said,

"This is really nice. The last time I was here I was so overawed by the
place and the service, I didn't really take it all in. Plus I didn't really
know you like I do now so I wasn't as relaxed as I am now. It really is a
super place, no wonder you have to book weeks in advance, unless you are my
Dad of course," he said with grin. How many restaurants can you just walk
into and get a table without booking?

"Quite a few," I said, "one of these days I will take you to the States for
a holiday. We will go to New Orleans and Lafayette in Louisiana; Boston,
Massachusetts; and Rochester, New York.  There a few places there I would
like to take you."

"Will you, honest?"

"Have I ever said something to you that I or we have not done?"

"No."

"Right then, when, I'm not promising when, but we will. I would love to
take you to 'Billy Jacobs' in Lafayette it is one of the best places in the
States."

We finished the oysters and Wim polished off the brown bread as the waiter
cleared the plates. The 'Surf and Turf' arrived with all the trimmings and
our conversation stopped.  The sounds of Mmm and super and a licking of
lips was all that could be heard. The fillet steak was done to perfection,
medium rare and the lobster tails were pure white, tender but firm. All in
all a dish for a King and his Prince. I had to smile at Wim's face as he
was eating, there was look of pure pleasure as if he was enjoying foreplay
before sex. He asked "what I was smiling at" and for the first time in ages
I told him it was "at what was I smiling" and I told him. The grin got
bigger and his reply was predictable.  He said it was foreplay and he hoped
I wouldn't be mad but he had bought some on the way home from school and
was looking forward to using it later on. Wim's bladder was calling so as
the waiter took the plates away he dashed off to the Loo. As he came back
he stopped by my chair and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek and said "I
love you, Dad." The waiter was by the table starting the Cherries Jubilee
and he smiled at Wim's action.

He said, "If you don't mind the comment, sir, it is so nice to see Father
and Son so in tune with each other."

Wim smiled at him as he sat down and said, "He is the best Dad in the
world."

We ate the dessert in silence and as we were finishing the coffee's and Tia
Maria's arrived.

Over the coffee Wim said he had talked to David at school and they both
went and found Kevin. David asked Kevy if he wanted to come round tomorrow
evening and stay the night. Kevin said as long as it was just him and
David, he would love to; but if Hugh was coming, no thank you!

Wim said he got the impression that something was wrong, so after David had
gone he had a word with Kevy on his own. He asked him what was wrong.  Kevy
said he would tell us tomorrow as it was a long story. He also had words
with Phillip and Henk who were all for it. They wanted to know if they
could stay over on Saturday night and then come to the airport to see us
off on Sunday.

"Sounds like a good deal to me," I said, "you can confirm the arrangements
with all of them tomorrow at school."

We finished our second cup of coffee and we were replete - stuffed if you
like!

I paid the bill and we collected our coats and hand in hand we made our way
back to the hotel.

Wim collected the key and we made our way to our room. We took off our
coats and hung them up and then Wim came and stood in front of me with his
hands in the air. I slipped off his tie and undid the cuffs of his shirt.
He did the same for me and we both undid the buttons at the front of our
shirts. The shirts came off and we both kicked off our shoes.  Our arms
encircled our waists and Wim put his head back and closed his eyes.  I knew
exactly what he wanted, the same as I did. I bent my head forward and our
lips brushed together like gossamer on the wind. We pulled each other
closer and Wim broke the kiss.

"I want you tonight like I've never wanted anything in the universe," he
whispered.

"Me too," I replied, "I've a feeling tonight is the night."

"I have the same feeling, but we must be sure and we MUST make it last,"
his voice quivered with passion. "Let me make you naked."

I stood in front of him and he undid my waist band and slipped down the zip
of my trousers. I stepped our of them and he put his hands on my back and
slowly slid to his knees. He lifted one foot and removed the sock. He did
the same with the other leg. He nuzzled against the front of my briefs
sucking at my throbbing penis through the cotton.  He slowly stood up
licking my tummy and started to suck on my left nipple.  My body started to
shake so he stopped.

"Do the same for me, please?" he pleaded.

I turned him round so he was facing away from me and breathed warm air on
the back of his neck. My arms moved round so my hands could unfasten his
trousers. They slipped to the floor and he stepped out of them. I slowly
ran my hands to his chest and then moved both my hands and my lips slowly
downwards. I ran my tongue down his spine and as I reached his bottom I
used my teeth to tease his buttocks with little bites through the cotton of
his briefs. I lifted one foot and pulled off his sock. As that went he
lifted the other foot and that sock came off..

We were now consumed with passion for each other. Our bodies were quivering
with anticipation. I still kept him facing away from me and hooked my
thumbs in the elastic of his briefs. I pulled them down to the floor
following them with my body against his. I was now presented with his bare
bottom. I used my teeth again but this time on bare flesh. I was so gentle
that there was not a mark on his skin but he got the sensation I wanted him
to feel. He fell forward on to the bed with his legs apart and his back
arched and his bottom in the air giving me access to his anus. I knew from
our ESP what he wanted and I let my tongue quiver at the door to his body.

"STOP, STOP, OH PLEASE, STOP! I want this to last and I'm almost there! Let
me do you now."

I stopped and he flipped over on to his back, his rigid, throbbing penis
hard against his tummy, pre-cum leaking copiously from the slit. I could
not stop myself and I took his six and a half inches deep in my mouth and
sucked and tasted him. He thrashed his arms and legs and again shouted, "For
heavens sake, stop."

I stood up and faced him. He sat up and then stood in front of me. It was
his turn. He gently turned me round and pushed me back on to the bed. He
climbed on top of me but with only his knees touching my body at my thighs.
He bent forward so his lips were next to mine and pushed his tongue in my
mouth.  He explored the inner workings of my mouth and tongue with his
tongue. We both sucked and made noises from deep within our bodies. He
broke the kiss and licked my closed eyelids, my neck and then down to my
nipples. He took each one in turn in to his mouth and let his tongue flick
over them. They became more rigid that ever before in my life. I moved my
hands to his nipples and they were in the same state.

All he said was "NO, NO, not now, later."

He slid his hands to the elastic of the top of my briefs whilst he still
had a nipple in his mouth. I lifted my hips and he slid down in one fluid
movement, pulling the briefs off and putting his lips round my now leaking,
throbbing, iron like penis. His tongue worked from the tip to my pubic
hairs and back up the underside to the tip again. He took the head in his
mouth and licked my pre-cum and sucked for more. It was my turn to beg for
him to stop. He was frantically sucking and I had to grip the side of his
head to make him stop. I pulled him on top of me and his head rested on my
chest just below my chin.  We were both breathing heavily. I kissed the top
of his head. His hair smelt like sweet scented roses to me. Our breathing
came back to normal.

"This is the best yet," his voice was still quivering. "How long can we
make this last?"

"As long as possible," I said and then remembered what he had said in the
restaurant just before he went for a pee. Did you say you bought some
'foreplay'."

"Yes, I hope you are not mad at me, but I had a feeling that this might be
the night we may need it. It doesn't matter if we don't it will keep, but
what do you think?"

"I don't mind and I think that you might be correct we will see how things
go."

"If it is the right time, will we both do it?" he said getting off the bed
and taking a bottle out of his satchel and putting on the bedside table.

"Don't we always do things together?" I replied.

He pulled a cigarette from my packet and put it I my mouth and struck the
lighter.

"You know I don't approve but I don't want you suffering from nicotine
withdrawal symptoms before we finish. I'll get a towel."

I inhaled like a man who hadn't had a drag for week and I didn't cough. I
just relaxed and enjoyed it. Wim came back and put the towel at the side of
the bed and climbed back on and against my side. I slid my hand down his
back and grasped one of his cheeks. He let is hands wander over my chest
playing with my chest hair. We lay like this for about fifteen minutes long
after I had finished the cig. We were both semi flaccid. We were just
enjoying the closeness of our bodies and souls.

I don't know who started it but we began our kissing again, me on the side
of his neck and he on my chest. He moved on top of me and let his whole
body relax in to mine.  Maximum bodily contact. We started to get hard
again.  I opened my legs and he slipped between my thighs. I could feel his
boyhood probing underneath my scrotum. Our lips met again and our tongues
danced together.  We blew and sucked and our bodies responded. I slipped a
finger down between his cheeks and his buttocks came back forcing my finger
in to him. He groaned, "Oh YES!" I gripped him with my other hand and
turned him on his back. I was now on top and his hand pushed between by
cheeks and his finger thrust deep in to my rectum. It was my turn to
exclaim.

"More, Oh, more!" I cried. We were now both fingering each other in a
frenzy.  I slipped a second finger in beside the first and I felt him sigh,
he was loving it.  He did the same to me.

"It is the right time, Dad, I know it is the right time. Now, please NOW."

I reached out and got the bottle. I put some on my fingers and he put some
on his hands and worked it on my throbbing penis. He lifted his legs higher
and holding my now very rigid manhood guided it to his entrance.

"Are you sure, my love?" my voice trembled.

"Never more sure in my life. Take me, Kris, you will be my one and only,
take me please."

This was my first time ever and I was worried that I might hurt him and
also I didn't know what to expect. I pushed very gently downwards and I
felt him push up to meet me. The head slipped in and his anus gripped for a
second and then relaxed. I slowly slid further in.  The feeling was
indescribable. He was tight yet nothing seemed to stop the penetration.  He
was hot and the foreplay had made him smooth. I pushed harder and slid up
to the hilt.  My pubic hairs against his scrotum. I stopped. His legs came
round me and locked at the ankles. His hand gripped the cheeks of my bottom
and pulled me further in to him. He started to contract and release the
muscles of is anus and the sensation was out of this world.

"Are you okay, my little Rabbit?" I said.

"Oh, yes, oh bloody, yes. This is better that I ever thought it would be.
Fu--, no not that word ... make love to me, please make love?"

I started with long slow stokes, pulling out till just the head remained
inside him and then sinking to the hilt and pausing. As I stoped fully
inside him he contracted his anus. We set up a rhythm which gradually got
quicker and quicker. I could feel the sensation getting stronger and
stronger and I knew the next one would be the last thrust. I buried my
penis as far as I could and my whole body shook, my muscles contracted and
I shot spurt after spurt of hot semen into my love. I collapsed on top of
him.

He unlocked his ankles and whispered in my ear, "AWESOME, KRIS, ABSOLUTELY
BLOODY AWESOME. This will not be the last time we do this."

I let my now softening penis slip from him and rolled over on to my side. I
pulled him close and stoped him talking by putting my lips over his and
sucking the life out of him. I moved my hands over his body and he knew I
was going for his erogenous zones. I was amazed the feel of his body and
the excitement I was causing him caused me to become hard again.  Wim felt
it and put his hand round it and gently milked it. This got him even more
worked up. I opened my legs and he slid between them. He put a pillow under
my lower back to raise my hips and I felt his slippy finger lubricate my
entrance. First one finger then two and finally he slipped in a third. I
grabbed the bottle and coated his now iron like penis with foreplay and
guided it to the right spot. He was restrained and held the tip just
pressing on my sphincter.

"I need you Wim, I need you, push."

I pushed upwards as he pushed in. He slid in without any problems. As he
slid to the hilt he groaned and I tightened my sphincter muscle. He groaned
even louder and then moaned and hissed. He did as I had done started slow
and deep. His arms straightened out with his hands flat on the bed at each
side of my chest. At the bottom of each stroke I pulled his bottom to give
him greater penetration. His stokes became quicker and his breathing more
laboured. He was going harder and harder and quicker and quicker. He hit my
prostate which caused me to spasm and shoot a second load. That was
sufficient for him to loose it. I could feel the hot boy juice pump into my
body, pulse after pulse, each pulse accompanied with a guttural moan and he
was finished. He collapsed on top of me. I could feel his heart beating at
a tremendous speed and his breathing came in short sharp gasps.

"Try to breathe slowly and deeply, my love," I said quietly in his ear.

It took over five minutes for both of us to regain some semblance of
normality.

"Did you enjoy that?" I said.

"I don't know, I think that I will have to do it again to see if I do," he
said with one of his smiles that would melt stone. "Oh, Kris it was
wonderful! It was just pure love and sexual delight rolled in to one. Did
you enjoy it?"

"They say there is a first time for everything and if all my first times
are with you and are like that the I would think I was in heaven. I didn't
hurt you, did I?"

"No, it was wonderful," he said, "the feeling of you inside me filled me
with more love for you than I thought possible and you kept touching my
prostate which sent shivers down my spine. I can't wait till we do it
again. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," I said, "I felt just the same as you I couldn't get enough of you.
You caused me to cum twice and I haven't done that since I was much
younger."

"That will have been the oysters," he grinned, let's go and have a hot
shower and then cuddle up and go to sleep."

"A good idea, my son, lets go."

He put his legs round my waist, arms round my neck and I carried him to the
bathroom.  He still clung to me, his head buried in the nape of my neck
whilst I adjusted the shower temperature. I lifted him in the shower with
me and I soaped him all over and passed the bar of soap to him. He
eventually released his legs and soaped me taking care, like I did to make
sure we were clean in every nook and cranny. We just stood there letting
the hot water wash away the suds and luxuriating in the heat letting it
relax all our pent up muscles. I turned the water off and lovingly dried my
Wim who by now looked very sleepy.

"Are you tired, my love?"

"Mmmm," was all I got from him.

He lent against me while I dried myself and I picked him up in my arms and
by the time I had got him to the bedside he was fast asleep. I turned out
the lights and crawled in beside him. He turned and cuddled up into the Wim
position. I remembered to set the alarm as I was sure we would both
oversleep if I didn't and that was the last thing I remembered.


End of Part 7


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