I was nervous but James put me at ease right away, as he was relaxed and treated me as a long known friend. We dined at La Frit, a place I had longed ...o go to but never had the opportunity. My date asked me if he could order for me and I acquiesced with pleasure. He spoke perfect French and turned out to be an expert on wine as well. His selection was as fine as any I’d ever sampled and our dinner, a seven-course feast, was superb. James managed to keep most of the conversation on me but was. It started with a towel around her when she went to shower to her walking in the bathroom naked in the morning.then I did the same. Eventually we were meeting for morning coffee in the nude and talking.One cold rainy Sunday we both had nothing to do we stayed in all day hanging out nude watching movies. I always had a hard time not getting a hard on. I was in lust with looking at her body.Her milky skin her tits that just bounced all the time her nipples her huge like chap stick covers. Her ass. He was surprised, but he loved it. I like bisexual men. They always kiss you wherever they shoot on you — Ummmmmm Neal, what a fuckin' sweetie.I quickly opened my eyes. My puss was damp, the bus, nearly at the stop. I sure hoped that when I got to Miss Hanscomb's, I didn't smell like an afternoon at the used cunt club.Of course, I guess you knew that Miss Hanscomb was kinky. The mob guys killed my friend Al, and they killed her, too. After she and Al Lombardi died, they went into her house. Oh. He didn't say a word; he just stared at her.After looking into Samuel's eyes for a second, the woman took a step back. She had expected to see anger, but not that dead expression. In a quivering voice, she said, "Sammy." Leave," Samuel said and then closed the door. He returned to his bed and stared at the wall.The woman knocked on the door and shouted, "Sammy!"When he didn't open the door, she sat down on the ground crying. Plaintively, she said, "Sammy. It's me. Open the door. I'm your.