Tell them what you have to about where it came from but do not tell them the truth.’ ‘A parade? How can I get one set up that fast?’ ‘You’re...the president, you can figure it out,’ she says with a smile. ‘I think I can arrange something,’ he assures her. ‘Where will the parade end?’ ‘Place de la Concorde. I’ll set it up along the same route as the Bastille Day Military Parade.’ ‘Excellent,’ she says smiling. ‘What guarantee do I have that I’ll live through all this?’ he asks taking in a deep. " Did you hear that, Britney?" the older woman spoke. "My niece wants to make out with you."She pulled my head up by grabbing at my long blonde hair and continued holding it possessively.Of course, raising up my head didn't stop Fiona from continuing to fuck me, but it allowed me to re-position onto my hands & knees, with by best friend now kissing me passionately while her hands traveled to my breasts, softly squeezing them.Eventually her aunt's constant back-and-forth motion, with her. Oh, and Chuck, be sure to sniff the cork to make sure the wine hasn’t turned.”“Turned?” again I was perplexed.“Oh you know,” Cecile said, “turned to vinegar. Sometimes wine will not set correctly and turns to vinegar.”Trish was grinning at me, as she understood that as a farm boy from out in the country, I wasn’t familiar with wines and what to do with them. She just said, “You’ll learn in time.”Trish showed me how to use a very neat corkscrew. It had handles on it that you pulled down on after. Stopping in my tracks, while mom wasalready walking down the stairs I asked. "What is this place?"Mother stopped and looked back up to me, smiling her warm and caringsmile at me she said. "As I told you, father has other objectivesnowadays. This here, leads to the part of our life, we don't want to beknown in public."For a second I was confused, was mother holding something back? But whywould she, and why would father and her have something they didn't wantto go public? She was my mom, should I.