Some things are embarrassing, even when you're as old as me and you've been married. It didn't help that I couldn't speak the local language, and Sofi... were only just beginning to communicate. She was making great strides in that by the time we got to Athens, by the way, and despite my own linguistic incompetence I couldn't avoid picking up the odd word of Bulgarian. Mostly words like 'Az te obicham'.I thought I might have a solution in Athens, though.I think she must have been the store. "Hmm," he said, "that tastes lovely. I think I'll have some of that for desert." Only some of it?" I enquired."Well, actually, I think I'll have all of it. And everything that comes with it."I closed my eyes, casting my mind back to the first night we spent together and how he had devoured my pussy and everything that came with it.Ramon brought me back to the present, saying, "Your nipples are about to burn two holes into your dress."I looked at myself and found that the tight dress was. I pulled my shirt over my head, dropped the jogging bottoms I was wearing and jumped on to the bed beside her naked. Jenny grabbed my rock hard cock and pulled me close to her, pushing my mouth open with her tongue and kissing me hard. My hands found her 38DD tits and squeezed her hard nipples making her squeal in my mouth. ‘I’m going to fuck your brains out bitch!’ I said kneeling up and unfastening her jeans. Jenny wiggled loose of the tight denim as I pulled them down, pausing to pull her. Oscar shook his head to decline them. He said, “It sounds strange to hear that.”“What is strange?” Mustafa said lighting up a cigarette. It was the first he had smoked since his son had died and left him in charge of his grandson.“The messages of Oscar Meyers,” he answered. He laughed and said, “It makes me sound like I’m somebody.”“You are somebody,” Mustafa said looking at Oscar.“There are some who would argue with you about that. I am one of them,” Oscar said smiling at the old man.“There is.