Monday. But not today ... today was Sunday ... Sunday evening, actually ... tomorrow was Monday."Monday, Monday. Can't trust that day," I was singing ...nd strumming my Hauser rosewood classical.Grace heard it and thought it was a catchy tune, "That's nice, do you know the rest of it?" Monday, Monday, so good to me;Monday morning, it was all I hoped it would be.Oh, Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guaranteeThat Monday evening you would still be here with me.Monday, Monday, can't trust that. Neither moved, Geoffrey took a slow deep breath, he knew he should stop what he hoped was happening but didn't. Her grip tightened as both could feel his response to her touch. She smiled, her eyes on his, 'Doctor, she said, in a whisper, may I?" Geoffrey gave a slight hesitant nod of his head, knowing he was wrong." Say it, she responded to his nod.' Say it, she demanded gently I . ' Yes, he whispered. With a tilt of her head She went to her knees in front of him. He could feel her. She told me that she was a retired film star, but I later learned that she was only a widow who had inherited her deceased husband's fortune after he died in prison while serving a twenty year sentence for a mafia related gun crime.I clutched the beautiful emerald broach that Nadine had given me so long ago. My eyes grew hazy with tears as my mind drifted back to that evening when we'd shared parts of each other that noone else would ever have."My stars!" Nadine called out as she made her way. In..out, they squelched. The room was loud with noise: Julie’s almost screaming now; pussy juice squelching around her Tina’s fingers, Tina exhorting her lover to ‘fucking come, you fucker!!’ the room smelled heavily of sex, wet pussy, cock, precum. Suddenly, Julie shouted out, ‘Oh, fuck, I’m cumming.’ Tina stopped licking her clit, moved back a little and carried on roughly fingering the older woman’s cunny.With a loud: ‘Oh, oh, oh, oh!!!’ Julie started to come. Suddenly she started to.