Andris.He was standing by the door. I immediately looked down. The T-shirt was covering all my essentials, thank God. No undies though, dammit.“Andr...?”I always called him Andre.I was breathing hard, thinking I was in trouble.I was stammering. “I didn’t know this was your house.”“Nadia asked to use the pool with some friends.”I couldn’t read him. “That was nice of you. I, uh, didn’t know you knew her like that.”“Like what?”“Like, friends, I don’t know.”He was looking at me. I got up from the. Knowing his reputation I smiled.“Flatterer! I'm going to wash my face, then why don’t we go to sleep.”Rick's back was to me as he agreed and shrugged off his robe. I stopped dead in my tracks. He was naked. Before I could say anything I saw his cock hanging down from behind and between his legs. It had to be huge.Finally, I croaked out, “you're naked.”A bit bashfully he admitted he never wore underwear and had forgotten to mention it. I just shook my head and went in to take off my makeup.He. ... All my questions were answered. I walk to the bed and again touch the thigh of her right and and this time instead of jumping from Shock and fear she lifts her hand from her pussy straight up along side the bed where i was standing and says "Is daddy gonna taste me again to night"? I take her hand and begin to lick and suck the sweet juice from her fingers to her moaning omg yes i knew you would come back.My hand slowly slides up her thigh to her mound where i begin to rub it pressing in. Except maybe the spirit of the jolly swagman.”“Take care. This is the only place where the ghosts of his life are real and ever present.”“Unbelievable. Waltzing Matilda was born in Banjo Paterson’s imagination. And by the way, written well over a hundred years ago.”“And how do you know its fiction? And what makes you think I wasn’t here then?”“No-one lives that long,” I said confidently.I heard a splash from the shadows opposite me. And I then noticed a ripple heading my way across the surface.