“No.” She answered.“Come on, leave that for later. I want you to meet my friend Mick.”“Why?” she asked suspiciously.“Don’t be that way..., Mick’s a great guy, you’ll like him.”“Let me go, I don’t think I even like you anymore. You’re so crude.”“Like me? I don’t think you ever liked me, Naomi.”“What do you mean? How can you say that? I do everything with you.”“I turn you on, but I don’t think you like me. In fact, I think you hated me at first. You never agreed with me about anything. You still. I awoke in the early dawn and felt Olga stroking my cock. She giggled when I woke up. We both had to go to bathroom. Our bladders were so full, and we forgot to go before we fell asleep.She went first and turned back to me with a wink in her eyes as I went to the toilet in the bathroom of the bedroom, when she was behind me at the toilet and she took my cock with her hand and said, "Your cock is mine, but my pussy is yours."She giggled, I laughed, "An excellent and fair exchange for sure, but. And she also didn’t expect him to transition seamlessly into a guitar-driven ballad that he sang beautifully. Donna knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was him. Only after his fifth or sixth number did she realize that he had gone well over the usual ten-minute allotment. Twenty minutes stretched into thirty and no one seemed to mind or make a move to stop him. When he finished his set, the crowd cheered and asked for more. He said it was time for a short break, but that there would be. The Socialworker worked some unexpected magic and smoothed the waters beforejoining me in the car. The girls and their grandmother all wavedtearfully as the social worker turned the car in the lane and we setoff back to London. I settled down in the passenger seat anticipating apeaceful three-hour snooze. It was not to be."You've created quite an impression there," observed the social worker.I did not know how to answer so I kept 'shtum'."I said you've created quite an impression there.