‘She’s sixteen, I believe. Young, but not dreadfully young. She’s a charming, sweet girl. You’d like her,’ he remarked because Charlotte wou...d. His mistress would on rare occasions complain about how vicious and spiteful the ladies of the ton were. ‘Is she a relation of yours?’ she asked, having taken off her robes and was now sitting on the bed next to him. James much appreciated the transparent quality of her nightgown, how he could see her dusky pink nipples pressed against the thin fabric.. The wonderful relationship, the joy, the pure fun of being alive and part of another’s life had I just minded my own business? That would have been the result. Anyway, here we go, more mayhem, things keep happening to my Debs and me. When I get like this I ramble all over the place, at my age I can if I want to.} +++ I was sitting in my chair watching Big Brother on TV when all hell broke loose outside. Kind of a messy show, one of the guys had to pour nasty stuff all over himself every time. ”“You’ve said that before,” she teased.“Yeah but, in person,” He groaned, taking a nipple into his mouth, “It’s a whole ‘nother story, baby,” She moaned a little as he alternated between nipples, still rubbing her pussy. He stopped to remove her shirt and bra completely, and then just leaned back and stared at her in awe for a moment.“You,” he leaned in and kissed her, “are perfect.”She blushed again and he kissed her deeply. He then kissed his way down her neck, then her chest. He gave each. We were, if not actual friends, at least friendly acquaintances. That was the prime reason that I was taking her advice seriously. Physically, Lana was five-four, maybe one-ten, 34-25-34, thirty-nine years old, longish brown hair, eyes to match, and possessed of an ass that could stop traffic. Oh, and a personality that could bewitch a man. Hell, she's bewitched me all to heck. **** As I sat peering into the bottom of my wine glass, I was drinking port, I had decided to do a one-eighty in.