"Dan zul je toch een blad moeten kopen. "Nee, ik wil er zelf een van u nemen"?, zeg ik. "Je bedoelt een naaktfoto van mij"?? vraagt ze. "Precies"?, an...woord ik. "Absoluut niet"?, zeg ze. "Weet u het zeker"?? vraag ik. "Ik heb een blanco eigen verklaring met handtekening, een videoband waarin duidelijk te zien dat u de mp3 speler meeneemt. Ik heb een politie agent als getuige. Wilt u werkelijk dat ik al deze informatie doorsluis naar de Story of Prive. Ze zullen ervan smullen"?. "Wat ben jij een. “Oh shut up, we don’t have enough men to let you sit and watch,” Esther said as she jumped in to help force him to his feet. “I’ll teach you, just hold me tight and move your body with mine,” Donna said as she hugged him close and moved her body sexily. “Shit! We want to keep him up dancing, not up something else,” Betsy called. “We’d better forget the waltzing, just teach him slow smooching, if you’re going to dance like that. She laughed at the looks on their faces. “Bloody hell, haven’t you. Great company but not a party hound. A homebody of sorts. He was a divorcee. His first wife was a cute little green-eyed natural blond with a figure-skater’s figure. She worshipped the ground he walked on. And he adored her as well, except… except…Well, she was a young 22 when they got married. He was an old 36. She was fresh and naive. He’d been “around the block,” if you know what I mean. A War veteran, a Sex veteran. He lamented that if only he was closer to her age, he wouldn’t still be. It had been a long work week and as a result had been a few days since we had been able to get it on. He crawled into bed and snuggled up behind me, in a close spooning position. Pulling the covers up over us, we were warm and cozy under our covers. He held me for a few minutes, but I think he knew I was horny. Perhaps it was just that he was too, but I think he knew I was in need of a good fucking. His hands began to wander my body, softly caressing me under my night shirt and over my panties..