We need to talk it out a bit; maybe in my bed; lol. Anyway, I have been itching to tell someone about it but I have kept it bottled up all week. I kno... that Suzy is gonna absolutely love it when I tell her.Me and SuzyThe doorbell rings and I grab my stuff. Ben answered the door but I am halfway down the stairs by the time he shouts “NATASHA, ITS SUZY”. I race past him pecking him on the cheek, “Bye Ben, see you Sunday”. I drop my bag when I reach Suzy and we hug excitedly not surprisingly like. Here, let me show you what to do."She took my left hand and slid it into her bottom and placed my right hand across her top. "There, isnt that better? Now I dont feel like I'm going to sink as you hold me up." I grinned with pleasure as she swung her arms and moved her legs up and down, my one hand was being massaged by her pussy and the other rubbed across her firm small tits. She continued practicing for a few minutes more then stopped to take a rest. When she tried to stand up she found we. It was Saturday night and Elly was round Libby's and Drew's flat looking after Ben. Libby and Drew were having a rare night out together and she was glad to help out in anyway she could. Ben had been sleeping quietly for a while but suddenly he started crying at the top of his lungs."waaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" oh shit" Elly thought "here we go"Elly went to the bedroom, picked Ben up from his cot and started to try and rock him back to sleep. It wasn't working, she checked his nappy but it wasn't. No repercussions came except a growing knowledge that messing with Belloni was a mistake and a bad one. He was friendly to those who would be friends, but was not a person who tolerated disrespect to himself, his family, or his Italian heritage. Len's father had founded a business when he made his way to America. He worked and saved, finally bought enough land to start a small dairy farm. That was in the days when a small dairy was a viable business, one cherished by its patrons. The glass.