She was soon up in the flat. After the shop closed and the staff away home, he came upstairs, once the meal was eaten, they walked the big shaggy d...og. At the park they sat once more but this time he chose a seat near the lake, on a well used path, she told him of the new way of life at home with Kenny, he laughed and said “it served him right” and that he didn’t know when he was well off! He then asked if she had told him of ‘Charlie’ and her sexual adventure. She said she told Kenny that. She lay on her bed, with her fingers caressing each nipple, round and around, pinching them every few seconds. Her head was rolling from side to side with the pleasure and the sexual tension was awakening once more inside her. Joanne reached down with her right hand to touch between her legs and she run her index finger up and down the material of her modest bikini bottoms, tracing the line of her silky smooth slit as she did. Not the almost smooth that you get from a razor! This was the result. ”“You have a daughter?”“Yes, Annie. Ann Josephine Harris, her mother is Tracie Harris. She was an accident. Annie’s either 11 or 12, we’ve never lived together and I really don’t see her as much as I wish I could, and then only from a distance.”“Does she live far away?”“No,” he looked up sheepishly, “Just around the corner, but her mother and me ... Well, we never lived together, weren’t never really boyfriend and girlfriend, and now she don’t want nothin’ much to do with me.”“Not even at. “What is so amusing?” a lightly accented voice asked and I turned to face the stranger who had addressed me. He had the flushed countenance of a man on the brink of inebriation, a cigar protruded from his grinning lips and his bedroom eyes seemed to peer into my very soul. He didn’t appear at all put off by my lack of response and amicably shook my hand, introducing himself as Patrice. His German was immaculate for a Frenchman and before I knew it he had pulled me into a conversation about.