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Name: Adrian Hurley
Age: 52
Height: 6 foot
Build: tall, broad but some middle age spread
Hair: Black short
Eyes: Bright Blue
Occupation: IT Manager for a small government organisation
Adrian slowly opened his eyes and looked out of the window as he rubbed them before yawning excessively. The advantage of living in a third floor flat was that there was no need to close the curtains at night. And so often they simply didn't bother, especially at 1 am or so. The sky was still dark, even at 7 am. Winter was fast approaching, and the previous evening had been Bonfire night; a strange celebration to remember someone who tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament.
He turned his gaze to the bedside clock, allowing his sleepy eyes to refocus onto the bright red bars that formed the time. 07:18. He turned over onto his back and started to think of the night before. They had been to some friends of theirs, who every year always held a fireworks display in their garden. His wife and himself were relatively late comers to the event, Adrian had served in the Army with the brother in law of the host, Nigel. As such, he had become friendly to both Nigel and his sister, Jane, who was married to Nigel's best friend from School, Terry.
On top of that, he had been asked to be the God Father of Gilly, Nigel's oldest. And so his wife and himself had become good friends with the adults. But despite that, until the previous evening, he had hardly spoken at great length to Gilly's best friend and cousin Hannah. And so, as he laid in bed, he started to ponder the events of the previous evening.
He couldn't quite get over that Hannah had suddenly stayed around and began to chat with him as well as his wife and others. He remembered vividly the first time he truly met Hannah when she and Gilly were approaching their teens. It had been at Nigel's summer BBQ, and he was, as he often did taking photos of the event on his digital SLR camera. He recalled his first real encounter with Hannah Hannah saying to Gilly that he was weird. But she was now older in her late teens. Guess she was started to feel more confident with herself, and who Adrian was.
He laid in bed for a while, trying to delay the inevitable, the early morning comfort break, util he could not control himself anymore. Kissing his wife on her cheek, he parted the covers and stood up, and slowly made his way to the bathroom.
An hour or so later, he was sitting in his favorites armchair, his Mac-Pro open as he was editing his photos from the previous evening. He had been able to take some almost spectacular shots of the fireworks exploding down the garden, as well as the spectators as they watched. He sipped his tea as he edited, cropping the photos and tweaking the lighting in the photographs accordingly. Finally, as he heard his wife stir in the flat, he started to upload the photos onto Facebook, tagging some of the adults. But he never tagged the children. He felt uncomfortable and preferred either the parents or the children themselves do the tagging.
He had been interested in photography since he was in his mid-teens back in the 80s. He saved for his 17th birthday a Minolta X500 film camera, and a couple of years later he was able to buy himself a second X700. But as he struggled with the finances of student life, he ended up resorting to black and white and then almost gave photography up, with the cost of film. But the development of digital cameras, specifically digital SLRs rekindled his interest in photography. He wasn't an expert, and he ended up sticking to mostly landscape and still life photography. He did tinker with portraiture but realised it wasn't necessary his forte. On top of that, his wife was some what self-conscious in front of the lens, and so his experience with portrait and modelling photography was rather limited. But he enjoyed candid photography. On holiday, he would always have one of his cameras' sprouting what he called his 'Pedo' lens; a zoom lens which would allow him to capture candid portraits with out the subject being aware. It was this field that he was starting to do well in photo competitions, not that he entered many. Mostly he would submit in the annual work competition, which between him and another colleague were starting to win the competition too regularly.
He closed his laptop, and stood up, and headed to the kitchen to refill his mug with tea, as well as pouring one for his beloved wife, Clare. The flat was in an old Victorian hospital. While it was described as a flat, it had a mezzanine floor where the main bedroom and bathroom was situated. He ascended the spiral staircase with the two mugs of tea, and rejoined his wife in bed, and gave her a hug and a caress. It wasn't long before he started to kiss, and nibble h her lips and neck as his cock grew hard. It wasn't long before they were making love, or rather indulging in an early morning sex romp. Clare enjoyed sex, but she was also passive, and so often let Adrian take the lead, something that he found frustrating. But it wasn't long before she rolled the condom onto him, allowing him t o part her labia, and to shoot his stringy seed into the confines of his latex jacket.
Name: Adrian Hurley
Age: 52
Height: 6 foot
Build: tall, broad but some middle age spread
Hair: Black short
Eyes: Bright Blue
Occupation: IT Manager for a small government organisation
Adrian slowly opened his eyes and looked out of the window as he rubbed them before yawning excessively. The advantage of living in a third floor flat was that there was no need to close the curtains at night. And so often they simply didn't bother, especially at 1 am or so. The sky was still dark, even at 7 am. Winter was fast approaching, and the previous evening had been Bonfire night; a strange celebration to remember someone who tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament.
He turned his gaze to the bedside clock, allowing his sleepy eyes to refocus onto the bright red bars that formed the time. 07:18. He turned over onto his back and started to think of the night before. They had been to some friends of theirs, who every year always held a fireworks display in their garden. His wife and himself were relatively late comers to the event, Adrian had served in the Army with the brother in law of the host, Nigel. As such, he had become friendly to both Nigel and his sister, Jane, who was married to Nigel's best friend from School, Terry.
On top of that, he had been asked to be the God Father of Gilly, Nigel's oldest. And so his wife and himself had become good friends with the adults. But despite that, until the previous evening, he had hardly spoken at great length to Gilly's best friend and cousin Hannah. And so, as he laid in bed, he started to ponder the events of the previous evening.
He couldn't quite get over that Hannah had suddenly stayed around and began to chat with him as well as his wife and others. He remembered vividly the first time he truly met Hannah when she and Gilly were approaching their teens. It had been at Nigel's summer BBQ, and he was, as he often did taking photos of the event on his digital SLR camera. He recalled his first real encounter with Hannah Hannah saying to Gilly that he was weird. But she was now older in her late teens. Guess she was started to feel more confident with herself, and who Adrian was.
He laid in bed for a while, trying to delay the inevitable, the early morning comfort break, util he could not control himself anymore. Kissing his wife on her cheek, he parted the covers and stood up, and slowly made his way to the bathroom.
An hour or so later, he was sitting in his favorites armchair, his Mac-Pro open as he was editing his photos from the previous evening. He had been able to take some almost spectacular shots of the fireworks exploding down the garden, as well as the spectators as they watched. He sipped his tea as he edited, cropping the photos and tweaking the lighting in the photographs accordingly. Finally, as he heard his wife stir in the flat, he started to upload the photos onto Facebook, tagging some of the adults. But he never tagged the children. He felt uncomfortable and preferred either the parents or the children themselves do the tagging.
He had been interested in photography since he was in his mid-teens back in the 80s. He saved for his 17th birthday a Minolta X500 film camera, and a couple of years later he was able to buy himself a second X700. But as he struggled with the finances of student life, he ended up resorting to black and white and then almost gave photography up, with the cost of film. But the development of digital cameras, specifically digital SLRs rekindled his interest in photography. He wasn't an expert, and he ended up sticking to mostly landscape and still life photography. He did tinker with portraiture but realised it wasn't necessary his forte. On top of that, his wife was some what self-conscious in front of the lens, and so his experience with portrait and modelling photography was rather limited. But he enjoyed candid photography. On holiday, he would always have one of his cameras' sprouting what he called his 'Pedo' lens; a zoom lens which would allow him to capture candid portraits with out the subject being aware. It was this field that he was starting to do well in photo competitions, not that he entered many. Mostly he would submit in the annual work competition, which between him and another colleague were starting to win the competition too regularly.
He closed his laptop, and stood up, and headed to the kitchen to refill his mug with tea, as well as pouring one for his beloved wife, Clare. The flat was in an old Victorian hospital. While it was described as a flat, it had a mezzanine floor where the main bedroom and bathroom was situated. He ascended the spiral staircase with the two mugs of tea, and rejoined his wife in bed, and gave her a hug and a caress. It wasn't long before he started to kiss, and nibble h her lips and neck as his cock grew hard. It wasn't long before they were making love, or rather indulging in an early morning sex romp. Clare enjoyed sex, but she was also passive, and so often let Adrian take the lead, something that he found frustrating. But it wasn't long before she rolled the condom onto him, allowing him t o part her labia, and to shoot his stringy seed into the confines of his latex jacket.
