That she treated it as a compliment, she chuckled, said that she “had not lost her touch then!” and coming out with “well that should slow your ...allop!” while scr****g goo into her cupped hand and then conveying it to her tongue, giving the effect that my goo was caviar, or some such. I was instantly stiff once more. And she looked more shocked, saying “my, my aren’t` we eager Micky, and with such an old lady too” I grinned, then knelt, and as if I was worshipping her body, slid down her lower. In turn, I was getting quite aroused performing for them. I could see that they were rubbing their crotches, and it turned me on even more. But things changed when they decided to try to join in. I wasn't ready for that; I was content to give them a show, and nothing more, at least for now. I was a newbie, and I wasn't prepared to get involved with anyone. They seemed to respect my firm "NO!" when they went to touch me, and they sat back and decided to continue to enjoy my. " All Polish I imagine?" Probably. I have visited the Polish clubs here and have talk with many men who want to work and do good job." O.k., Aleksy. That has put my mind at rest. I am sure there will be quite a lot of work for you, when this is finished."Later that evening at the pub, Tina tackled me. "Have you talked with Aleksy?" Tina you know full well I have talked with him. He has ideas of forming a Company, but you know that as it was you who put the idea into his head. It makes sense. My goal is to join the Peace Corps, then teach elementary school, not make it to Carnegie Hall.’ I thought back to what she said about not really knowing your camp buddies. Becky Himmelfarb, a classical pianist, interpreter of Mozart and Chopin? I had no idea. It didn’t fit her image. More accurate, it didn’t fit MY image of her. It certainly made her even more desirable, gave her a sense of depth that I’d been totally blind to. Few people at camp knew she played piano. ‘I’ve kept it mostly to.