I greeted her. She smiled at me and asked me what I had been doing today. I told her I had been out exploring London and its environs. She asked how w...ll I knew London, and I replied with not very."I know a few spots that are good for dancing. Do you dance, Tom?" she asked me."Well, I can manage to avoid stepping on my partners toes, yes," I replied."My visit is just about over. I have to drive back home this evening, as I have to be at work first thing in the morning. At least I now know I. "They should be here soon," I thought to myself as I sighed again, this time in resignation. Even with two lifetimes of experience, I didn't do the waiting thing well.Settling into my custom-made executive chair, I ran my fingertips over the bound leather journal lying on the desk in front of me. The memories immediately started cascading through my mind, bringing a smile to my lips. This journal, more than riches and deeds, is my final legacy to those I love.That's because today is Monday, May. She spoke very little, and when she did it was very softly. Sophie and Louise got to work unpacking their stuff. Sophie chose a lower bed next to Lily's, and Louise chucked her stuff on the bunk above Sophie's. They had only been unpacking and talking for about fifteen minutes, mostly about their collective nervousness and shyness (Lily seemed the most shy of all, a fact made surprising to both Louise and Sophie when she told them that she had been. After all, warm living flesh is better that cold lifeless plastic. Wouldn't you agree?"It was clear Sammy had no idea where Aerie was going with the conversation. "Well, sure I agree but what does that have to with you helping my poor neglected pussy?" See, I have just the thing for your pussy right here." Aerie held up a tightly clenched fist. With her other hand she lifted Sammy's heavy nutsack, exposing the thin seam of her pussy. "I assume you have never been fist-fucked before. I'm touched.