The last part, at least, was true. The first part was not. My daughter did indeed live in Auckland, but there was a good reason why I would not be abl... to join her there. Little thing called brain-cancer. Not long now...I was prepared to find the Chalmers Street launderette bulldozed into something new and unrecognisable, but it was still there, and the same old facade in yellow-grey London brick carried great emotional force.For this was where it had all started when I was a sulky sixteen,. And then I went down licking her sexy body and removed her bras off. Then I squeezed her sexy boobs and sucked it like a hungry baby. Ahhhh sooo good and I smooched her again.Then I went down to her sexy belly and started kissing.ohhh yeaaah it’s super hot! Then I kissed her panty and removed it and damn!!!!! What a paradise!!!! She had a hairy sexy yummy pussy! I love hairy pussy. Ahhh and I spitted on her pussy and started sucking it hard …. ahhh yeahh ohhh … so good. She was making small. "Come on baby, it's cold outside!" Javier joked in a low voice like Frank Loesser, making us all chuckle.He was right though, the temperature outside was freezing which made it all the nicer when we stepped into their warm room. Inside was an old wood fire burner and a giant soft rug. We towel dried ourselves and laid out in front of the fire.Carrie laid down on the rug next to Maria. They looked so incredibly sexy as the light from the wood burner flickered gently across their naked bodies.. " said Vincent leaning over toward Jerry. "Maybe I can help you solve that nasty money problem of yours." I don't think so." replied Jerry with a frown. He reached down, picked up his drink, and downed it in one gulp. "I'm not into men. And I can't see being interested in anything you have to tell me. Why don't you go peddle your shit elsewhere." Hey, bud. I'm not that way at all." said Vinnie. "And you really got me all wrong here. My name's Vincent Martensen, but all my friends call me.