The sunshine was better than the stuffy interior of the courthouse. I took Liz across the road to a park area. There was no-one around and the pathway...was nice and flat. "Ready?" I asked Liz."Yessss!" Liz called back and I began pushing her, getting faster and faster, I managed to negotiate the turn in the path, running past a fountain and heading towards, what I later discovered to be, a war memorial.After 10 minutes of this I had to slow down and stop. "I'm sorry Liz; I've got to sit down for. You really think I can do it? Jean-Baptiste said, his face filled with doubt. You can do anything, I said, gently touching his hand. Jean-Baptiste looked at my hand on his. Sorry about that, I said, quickly pulling away. Jean-Baptiste grabbed my hand, gently but firmly. Don’t be sorry, he said, then he kissed it. I felt tingly all over when his lips touched my hand. That’s sweet, I said, practically gushing. Jean-Baptiste smiled. Thank you milady, he said in a mock-British accent, then we both. So a week later granny stepped out of a cab with the assistance of this very kind young cab driver with a smile on his face – well she had made sure her legs were well apart showing off her stocking legs and to be naughty, no knickers and a well shaved cunt , thank you young man it’s nice to see a young man with such good manners, with the squeeze of her arse which he gave her it now was debatable, gran did smile and as she handed over the tip giving his young stiff cock a good rub. Thank you. Leo replied, “You are a gem hidden deep in these woods. Like a diamond in the rough.” Soon we were making Jiffy Pop and watching an old scary movie. We had a great time and I didn’t want to go to bed. I was so happy to have someone around whom I could have an intelligent conversation with. Soon I found us talking about everything and anything and caught myself nodding out on his shoulder and quickly apologized. I only woke up because he was caressing my face. How.