‘Lauren, this is my father.’ Julia led Lauren into the family room. The elderly man gawked at the guest in his house, his grandson’s hand firmly... gripped in his own. Julia saw her father look at her with a glimmer of tear in his eyes as if to say ‘it is true.’ ‘Nice to meet you.’ Lauren sized up her competition. She figured if the old man was really in a fighting mood, she had at least forty pounds on him, he couldn’t just toss her into the street. Lauren squared herself up, and put an arm. There was a knock on the door and Mr. Porter sent me to answer it. I opened the door as if I were fully dressed and admitted a very surprised, but very amused, middle aged man.Mr. Porter thanked the man for the quilt and asked him if he'd like to have me sent down to his office later so that I can thank him in person.Mr. Driggers looked around the room, and then looked at me quizzically. Finally, he turned to Mr. Porter and asked, "Seriously?"Mr. Porter grinned and replied, "This is Renee, my. Paul was rubbing oil on her stomach, and working his way up towards my wife's tits, when he reached her tits, he rubbed them squeezed them, twisted her nipples, and pulled them out, I could see my wife's stomach rising and falling. My wife was letting a stranger so to speak, massage her tits and enjoy her. As I watched one oiled hand squeezed and twisted her hard nipple, while the other oil covered hand slid down her belly and stopped just short of her new bald pussy. Then just like that she. ” “Still the bitter old man, Thomas. You never got quite over it, did you? I'll come to him, don't you hurry.” Lucille emptied the remains of the valuable whisky in one sip, and let a moment pass before she went on narrating, as though she had to put her shuffled thoughts back into place. “Mind if I tell them about our first night, Thomas?” Big ol' Tom shook his head no. “Well, then, but don't you dare interrupt me, you hear me?” ---------------- One night – and I remember it as if it happened.