He was my friend, but at the moment I wasn´t sure which guy she meant ... My memory for guys is less accurate than for the ladies I like.Finally alon... in our rez-de-chausée apartment! Little garden at the back. Big bedroom at the front. Easy choice! ... We´d fondled and kissed in the bus driving through the dark, but now we were finally alone and really got hot! Immediately I dove for her tummy and yummy below. She was in a short skirt.I burried my head below it and pickered her pussy through. ”“That’s all she is, Dad,” David replied hotly. “She was always close friends with Gwen, and the children knew her well. It seemed the best solution – better than risking a stranger. And she’s bloody good with Bethan: she is always talking to her, playing games with her.”“Hmm” was the reply. David could not help thinking that something ‘went without saying’ by his father, and indeed was not said!So David shrugged, and the conversation returned to the subject of the Christening. Evan had been. I have put Claire and her family in my gedcom file, adding her as my wife. Talk about Freudian!We spent an hour with them, talking about where we were going and what was planned for the rest of our trip. I am very hopeful that they will still be around to see Claire and my children someday.Yeah, I really hope they do.We then moved two blocks southwest, and visited with Sarah’s parents, Jonathan Henry Rollins, seventy-four and his wife of forty-five years, Henrietta Claire Smithson, also. ..Time to get out! Kevin introduces youto the mayor and his wife, you met him once, he was a total ass. You areso ready to bolt....but you notice the mayor barely makes eye contact,then he stares at your boobs and his clammy hand lingers just a little tolong as he shakes yours. Even a bigger ass now. His wife seems pleasantenough, she is dressed in a dark blue after five skirt suit similar incut to yours. Then unexpectedly, she takes you by the arm, and starts tointroduce you around. You finish.