Each woman knew exactly what she was doing when I held the door open and watched her get in, each pair of legs parted invitingly, each black vee bulge... out teasingly under the pressure of the sweet little cunt it caressed, and each pair of eyes smiled at me in a blatant invitation of the pleasures still to come!As ever in Glasgow, the reception cum-wake went on for ever, I stayed in the background and watched in awe as a succession of very big men, very tough looking men took their turn in. .my next door neighbour is in her 50's lovely curvy figure a real mature woman she lost loads of weight as she used to be quite big when she was in her 40's had 2 k**s all grown up had a few boyfriends just got rid of one now... she would always call me too look after her computer and stuff because she wasn't very good with technology one day i came across her old photos in my email as you do when sorting out and deleting emails. i had forgetting they was even there because i sent them to. This had she learned and learned well, the harsh lessons of a life of conflict, an existence of battle, an upbringing of war. No, she believed in herself more than anything, even the very Gods themselves, and so, upon this very suicidal endeavour, still did failure seem incomprehensible. Great was the fastness of Poazach, a fortress of superior design and quality. Tremendous was the power of its watchtowers, so charged with magic and death. Thorough was the corruption of its stones, so. Do you? I mean ... Have you?" Had sex?" I looked up, into his face, just so I could see the look in his eyes, just so I could see if he was jealous, and I hated myself for that. For playing this game with my dad."Yeah," he nodded, looking back at me, but all I saw was concern, a little uncertainty. We'd never had a talk about the birds and the bees."We did some stuff," I shrugged. "Kissing and, um ... touching, like that." I see, but you never..." No." I looked down again. "He wants me to.".