Thanks for the help. Gee, you were amazing, Tifa." Then she managed to smile now that an unexpected form of rescue has arrived. Eliza's eyes immediate...y went all over Tifa's clothes. And her body. A white sports bra that barely covered her huge tits, the nipples nearly jutting out. Her flat belly was exposed, and below it, a black micro mini-skirt that emphasized her curvy hips.Tifa had not noticed Eliza's observing eyes yet. "Eliza ... Dushku ..." she repeated, trying to place the name. Tifa. Once I went inside I couldn't put her out of my mind, trying to figure her out. She was obviously rich or at least well off as not too many ordinary people could afford a car in the U.K. in those days. Why me? We got along just fine, I admit the first attraction was her generous tips after a meal, but now this felt different for some reason. She was more than twice my age, perhaps she was just lonely just having arrived from Africa I don't know. Now here was what I thought by now was a wealthy. ’ It was the legacy they both shared and the legacy that gave them joy. Their wealth meant nothing to them personally, they merely used it as a vehicle to help other women in need. Except for the ostentation of the period house, there were no fancy cars, expensive trips, or embarrassing displays of wealth. Matter of fact, if you were to pass by Jenna on the street, you’d never suspect she was so wealthy. Instead of filled with extravagance, her life was filled with responsibility, duty,. We spent hours discussing the technicalities of wine.. to the point where we would end up describing the majority of them in slightly sexual ways... but at the same time not making the attraction between us obvious.We found ourselves up for hours! "Excuse me sir, madame...can you pay for your bill as we must close now.." said one waitress. My confidence grew with Carol and I was still very much attracted to the her. I invited her to my flat one Saturday afternoon to go over some legal papers.