In any case she had been there for the climax. Brad, her boyfriend was standing next to her. He, too, was naked. Wendy opened Freds door and invited h...im to step out, then wrapped her arms around him and gave him a very welcoming kiss, which lasted for minutes, then she grabbed his hand and led him into the house through the connecting door. Brad stood near the boot (=US trunk) and waited for me to open it before he collected Freds bags and carried them into the house. I slipped off the few. ” Agile fingers working a penknife over a small chunk of cypress, Frère Michel grins at me, showing the few teeth he has left. “You give me that ole bourbon you got, and I’ll make you one.”I smile and sip my bourbon and branch water, then tip the glass in his direction. “You know you can’t have it. The doctors say your liver is on its last legs as it is.”We’re sitting close to the bridge leading from Dumaine into Louis Armstrong Park. It’s a gorgeous Saturday afternoon a few weeks after Mardi. Evans.It began a week previously, when I was reading a story in one of my magazines about a young lad and his escapades with his sexy older neighbour. By coincidence, or was it fate, as I finished reading the story and was about to put the magazine back in its hiding place, I glanced out of my bedroom window and noticed my neighbour, Mrs. Evans, hanging out her washing. Now I'd never thought of Mrs. Evans as anything but a neighbour, she was at least forty years older than I was and any sexual. I introduced myself and kicked off my shoes. I quickly placed the entire donation on the counter. I knew all the things to make a girl happy. I’ve learned that the happier and more at ease you make a girl, the better experience you will reap. We sit down at some stools by the counter and chat a bit. We perch on the stools facing each other, K had her right leg crossed over her left knee. I start stroking her right leg, she smiles warmly. I see and feel the goose pimples that form on her thighs..