"Glad you could make it Des, this is Phillipa," indicating her companion. I introduced Wurzel as Al.We sat down and there was a brief period while we ...appraised each other. Wurzel broke the silence."What would you ladies like to drink?" His West Country accent at odds with his sophisticated man- about -town style of dress. The ladies decided they would like a white wine so Wurzel suggested a bottle of Chardonnay; the ladies looked surprised that he would know of such a wine, never mind pronounce. Alan had taken off his boxers and so they both slept in the nude. Julie wrappedherself around Alan. Alan had his hand on Julie's ass. He was delighted tofeel how firm and round she was. Young people are amazing he thought. His lastthought before he fell asleep was that he was the world's luckiest dirty oldman. They both slept soundly. It was still dark when Alan awoke. He saw the clock across the room said3:40am. He still had cobwebs in his head when he realized what had awoken him.Julie was no. You replace your lips with your fingers and gently rub your thumbs over her nipples as you lift your head to kiss her again. ‘Let’s get you on the couch,’ you add as you hold her hands to support her as she lowers herself onto the couch sitting down facing you. She then supports you as you begin to kneel down in front of her. She arches her back as you extend your arms to grab the hem of her panties. She lifts her ass and arches her back further to help you as you pull those cotton panties off. "Ida went on. " Mom's whole family came here around 1900 on forged papers with fake names...Ruth had a birth certificate from here, but that's fake, too. She thinks she was born in some place called Bialystok in Poland or the Ukraine somewhere on the way here, but she said it was a big secret and Sylvia, she whispered it to me when I was seven or eight or swore me to secrecy...that's why she didn't get deported around world war one with all the radical stuff she was doing, because her birth.