Thank you very much then.Well, do you have a little time?For what??I rubbed my penis.And, I stared her foot again.Oh, no..again??Yes, please.Oh, you a...e almost 60 and like a young man.Yes, perhaps I'm better than a young man.Because,your sexy and well-groomed feet make me mad.I desire them again..Come on honey..that will be last.I promise.Anklet is your now.But, let me put it myself to your ankle.She again checked around.That meant, she accepted.I opened my pants quickly and pulled down.My. I looked at Jean-Luc and realized he had a heart the size of Indiana. Bigger. And Evan was magnifying it.Jean-Luc let out a huge shout, which must have been heard in Canada for God's sake, and came into me so hard I thought I felt it through the condom. Evan pounded into me for a few seconds more, but I had collapsed into Jean-Luc, a bag of loosely joined cells, a wet noodle so over cooked it was possible it may never be palatable for consumption again.Evan slammed into me with a grunt and. "Rachel mused a bit. "Have you ever heard of Olle Baertling?" No. Not at all." Apparently he's an important Swedish abstractionist. I'd not seen anything, but I came across a quote and have looked him up on the Web." What did he say?" 'Non-figurative art is the manifestation of the creative power of abstract man'." That's very deep." Yes. So are his pictures and his sculptures. There's a book about him. I sent for it."As a concrete-abstract painter during the 1950s and 60s, Olle Baertling. " Please don't mention it. You are my best friend and I want you to be as happy as I am."Then the two teenagers went back to classes, and after school went home.Nicole eagerly waited for news but only on the fourth day Joy had some news.Joy said, "My father was able to talk to your father over drinks yesterday afternoon."Nicole asked eagerly, "What happened? What did my father say?" I'm afraid I don't have good news." What do you mean?" Your father is a very sad man."Nicole asked, "Why? He is.