They had been a constant in my life while I was growing up and I had many happy memories of times with them. As they drove away I couldn’t help feel...ng that my c***dhood was over - as it turned out I was righter than I knew!.Two days later our new neighbour arrived. Mum, Dad and myself greeted her and she introduced herself as Emma Clarke. “Hello Mrs Clarke” I said “I’m Mike”.“Miss Clarke” she said to me “No husband, no k**s just myself”.She was, I guessed, late 20s. She was 5 foot 8 or 9,. Suddenly I had two gorgeous girls rush into each arm, crying their eyes out. I had a head on each shoulder and they were bawling away, right in the middle of that four star restaurant. I didn't know what I had said to cause this. These chicks were emotional.I tried to calm the situation. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean you were too weird. You're just weird enough for me."Dee Dee calmed down enough to whisper "You knew!"I didn't have a clue what I knew. "Knew what?" I asked.She said "You knew it was. Christian’s home was all leather, giant oil paintings and heavy wallpaper; very gothic and dark. I discovered that his wife had left him many years ago and since then he’d had no relationships with either sex. I returned for coffee several times. We struck a friendship and then one night after the pub I popped in to see him with some CDs I had promised. By now, I thought we were just good friends. Christian had been expecting me but with his maid out, he invited me into his study where he once. . Maryon let herself be thrilled by the sight of his black hands working in her hair, contrasting her creamy-white nakedness as seen in the mirror to his shiny darkness. Flirting with him, she cupped her breasts and raised them toward the glass, curving her back in, herself admiring the way she neatly tapered into the tight waist. "Don't you like them, Wes?" she asked his reflection, fluttering her long fair lashes over her big blue eyes.He paused, and settled his strong hands on her shoulders,.