It was like I hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks, not a couple of years. We had a bit of a stroll down memory lane and tried to remember our first time with each other. We reckon it was around 2003, in my days in Caterham in Surrey. We had a bit of a giggle (well, more of a chortle) talking about the wonderful bed in the flat and making use of the four posts on said bed.

Due to time constraints he could only stay for an hour, so it was a bit weird squeezing his usual proclivities into a one hour session instead of his usual two. But I’m happy to say I haven’t lost my touch and I’m hoping my old-timer’s rubbing his bottom this morning thinking of me.

Good luck with tomorrow O-T. Wonderful seeing you again.