There still are a lot of them in the USA. So, I started coming over to Mrs. Gudenov's apartment on Fridays, when she had plenty of free time. That way...we both could finish our individual work over the week-end. The first time I stopped at her apartment she was dressed in sweats. She had just worked out, and asked if she could shower before we began. No problem for me. The bathroom was just around the corner from the living room, next to her bedroom. I could hear her in the shower, singing a. She used a remote control sittingon a coffee table in front of the sofa to turn on the stereo. Soft romanticmusic filled the air. The sound quality was spectacular although the choiceof music was not my style.She left the room. I was by then reeling under the impact of the dope,coupled with the large glass of wine, something I rarely drank, let alone soearly in the day. The music filled my head, and I closed my eyes. I was indanger of drifting off completely when Andrea returned.I heard her. " I said, "I don't mean she'd have to like everything I do, but she wouldn't judge me for what I enjoy, and wouldn't be ashamed to get me to help with what she likes. Oh yeah, and she'd have a toy collection that she'd use freely on me as well as on herself!" Not a good Catholic girl like me, huh?" Dolores waved away my protests, "Hey, I know I'm not your dream lover Gary, and you're not mine. It's the fact that we both recognize that and don't let it come between us that makes us friends. But. .. not so tight and soft as Joanna's, but still arousing! "Giddy up!", her voice commanded. I tried to move my right hand, but felt my body would, along with her, fall on the floor. She kicked my thigh hard with her spur, which made it moving promptly ... and correct my equilibrium. Wow! She knew what she was doing, though I felt hard pain on the place she applied the spur. She repeated that with her other leg. I didn't know where I found the strength, but I was moving! I got one kick after.