She might want to see the recording at some point.”I nodded. “We’ll have to arrange that later. I doubt my father wants to see what sort of devi...nt behavior I’m getting up to these days.”“You never know,” she teased me, with a laugh, and I made an exaggerated shudder of revulsion at the thought of my father getting turned on by what I did with my cock.“Hopefully, I never find out,” I laughed with her.We hugged again and she gave me a very passionate kiss before turning to Jessie and giving her. She had been happy, she had not needed another man and now she didn't know how to react.A shadow fell over her and she looked up, her breath caught, her eyes widened. She stared up at the handsome stranger standing over her."Hi, my names Tony, what's yours?" He asked with such a shy smile that made her heart jumped.She looked at him with a confused expression."Sorry, but I didn't know any other way of approaching you. Look, i'm here without my wife and most of the people are pretty young or. On course, my father narrated me all his stories. His prison scenes were very erotic. There was a young boy called Sahul, who was also a thief and a frequent inmate of the jail. Every senior prisoner was fond of him. Sodomy was an accepted common practice. And Sahul was so accommodative. He was in love with my father and mad after my dad’s big thing, it seemed. He used to call my dad ‘maamaa’ and loved to take the big thing in his mouth too, a privilege he never entertained with others. From. And I'm pretty sure you will like him." When?" Sunday?"I smiled. "I'll be there."---------------I took a last small sip of wine. "Where did you learn to make lasagna like that?"Olivia smiled, winked at Charles, and exulted, "I knew she would like it!" Looking back at me, she stage whispered her secret. "Prepared tomato sauce from Little Italy. Fresh mozzarella. Basil and spinach frozen from my garden." My Italian cousin's lasagna used to be my favorite. Not any more"Charles looked at his watch..