You really should be plain when you speak. You know, say what you mean dear brother."The older man rolled his eyes."Very well, did you ask her to marr... you? Did you ask Mademoiselle Giry to become your wife? Or, have you become the cat that ate the canary with that grin you are wearing?"Raoul lifted his leg, draping it over the arm of the chair and began to hum quietly. Phillipe gaped in shock at his brother's uncharacteristic behavior."What on earth are you doing? Have you taken leave of your. The coffee never got brewed. Both of us knew where we were headed, and it was straight to the bedroom.There she was, naked and beautiful like I had imagined. I deep throated her mouth with my tongue, then she took my quivering cock down hers. Hell, I was steely hard and oozing precum the second she started sucking my dick.I went down on her sweet pussy, doing some sucking and licking of my own until she whispered, "Fuck me, Bernie. I'm ready for you now."She was wet when I slipped in. Angie was. He talked about where he grew up, and asked her questions about places she had been, and things she had seen, jobs she'd had and movies she liked. It was somewhat of a rush for her too, because, at one point, she realized he'd gotten more stories of her own history out of her than she had ever told anyone else, including her ex-husband. Gone was his brash assumption that anything at all would happen between them. It was obvious he just loved to talk and learn about the person he was with.He. Thank God he had changed the subject. Suddenly, she felt hot under the collar; the water looked too tempting to resist. "Can I go for a swim?" Sure sweetie. Just take the long walk off the short pier."She laughed at his imitation of a gangster as she ran towards the blue lake. It took her less than thirty seconds to shimmy out of her shorts and throw away her tank-top. Unsure of how deep the water was, she decided to splash into it bum-first. To her delight, the depth was just a little over.