She never noticed that I had been checking her phone so I made a mental note to try and spy the unlock code, so I could maybe take another look in the...future. The pub we decided on was reasonably full, as we walked through the doors a weird silence seemed noticeable to me, it reminded me of an old western movie when the good guy bursts through the double swinging doors of the saloon looking for the bad guy, the first thing that happens is the piano player stops, then everybody in the room has a. The Good Samaritan had lifted her leg and Julie’s hairy pussy gaped. I made conversation with his lady, trying to get my mind out of the gutter.The couple looked like seasoned naturists, deep tans with no signs of white bits. I'd say they were in their sixties, probably retired. "Your wife's slightly sprained her ankle,” he said. “She needs an icepack.” I told him how far we had to walk and the lady said, "Come to our beach house. It’s only two minutes away. " Julie spoke for the first time.. I looked her straight in the eyes, unblinking.“Also, vielleicht möchten Sie, dass ich mit Ihnen so spreche?” I said.“What?” she asked, puzzled.“He suggested that perhaps you’d prefer him to speak to you like that, Mummy,” a second voice said from the bedroom door, “it was in German.”I looked across and saw a slim, attractive young girl around my age, four inches shorter than my five foot seven with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes.“Are you David Barker?” the girl asked.“Yes,” I confirmed,. "I meant what I said," said Becca. "Don't I get a thank you?" Thank you," he said flatly, turned and walked away.Once again Becca did nothing more. "I guess this is going to take a long, long time," she said to herself.Fate intervened though. Four days later Garry was tackled moving at full speed. He tried to stand up again but his right leg buckled and he fell again clutching his ankle, his face in a grimace of pain. He was on Becca's side of the field and she ran to him. So did the rest of.