By the time he met my mother's elder sister, Derek's bank account was already closing on seven figures, and he'd effectively retired by his mid-fortie....Not that he ever threw his wealth in people's faces. He was -- and still is -- an extremely nice guy, but it was quite a culture shock to move from my rather poky bedroom in Oxford into one half again as large as the lounge back home. As for their back garden, it put me in mind of the park near my old primary school, except the council neglected. When she’s done I unzipped my trousers with my left hand, now that was a trick I didn’t know I could do but I did it and pulling it out under her shawl I pulled out my fingers with an awe from her lips, lifted her right leg and placed it on the planter and sliding my hard shaft along her pussy lips and straight into her wanting hole I went in fast and easily.She groaned as shook once more as I went in and as we stood there with all eyes on the poet I started fucking this unknown woman right. "Fortunately," Wolfgang smiled from his chair and Eva gave him a playful look, "the last thing anyone wanted was to see her again." The Berlin police commissioner was very accommodating," she said with a laugh."I don't understand," I said, looking between the two of them."Eva contacted the commissioner, explained who she was and that her only desire was to live a private life," Wolfgang told us. "She was very reasonable about it." I was issued new papers two days later," she said. "Eva Koeller. I think it takes three minutes doesn't it to boil a kettle? (I'll need to research that later. If they allow me to use my laptop, that is).If Joan hadn't dropped her handbag while she was an aggressive bitch, then the nail file wouldn't have fallen out, would it? If she'd dealt with catching us with a little more maturity, a tad more calmly, then we wouldn't be in our current predicament, and Joan wouldn't be six foot under.I don't remember sticking the nail file in her neck. Like Moses parting.