Still standing, I walk over to you and gaze into your eyes.Nonchalantly, almost flippantly, I take off my glasses and drop themon the dresser. Easily,... oh so easily, I put my arms around yourwaist, and you put your arms around my neck.Gently, hesitantly, we kiss.Softly your lips press against mine, soft, smooth, warm, alive. Wekiss and kiss again, and a sigh escapes your lungs between kisses.Your arms tighten about my neck as I hold you ever tighter in myembrace, my arms slowly massaging your. What else would you logically expect? Married to a very attractive young girl many years my junior, neither “Farmville” or “Twitter” were ever likely to satisfy the libido. All of which brings us back to Christmas Eve 2009. “I’ve had a fantasy,” she giggled, hunched-up against the pillows that night – presumably having stacked up all my presents under the tree – I hadn’t checked yet. “Yeah?” I replied, “You want to see me wash-up, dressed like Lady Gaga?” “Interesting thought,” she said,. Martin quickly regained his senses and opened his eyes. When he saw Mia's face he quickly extended his arm toward her and signaled for her to join him and Claudia. Mia rushed into her grandpa's arms and hugged him around his waist. "No," she sobbed in agony.Martin stiffened and wiped the tears from his eyes, "I don't know if she is alive or dead," he finally managed.Claudia looked up at him curiously. "The only thing I know without a doubt is that God blessed us tremendously when we got to see. "All three of them live at my condo." You dawg! That's my whitey right there!" He said pointing at me motioning for a handshake. I extended my hand and he slapped me a handshake. "This is some good shit." He said turning his attention to the joint. "I don't think MH'S been laid for like a year. And you're the whitey to fuck that ass." He said taking a big puff. "It's great when you get a bitch with a fine ass like that, and she doesn't go around hiding it and word has it that her ass is not one.