I was quickly becoming lost in the sensations, unable to speak or say anything, only moaning and trying to remember to keep breathing. I slid one of m... hands up the inside of Neeta’s leg, cupping the crotch of her panties, feeling the wetness and warmth emanating from her pussy. Clumsily I pushed the material off to the side and I slid a single finger deep into her wet pussy hole. I felt her legs spread slightly wider to give me better access, as her face pressed against my cunt even harder,. I'm not a big drinking man but I did get the Jim Beam whiskey to build up my courage to do what I'm about to do. You see, this is the first Christmas I would be spending by myself in my sixty-four years of life. My wife of forty-two years died three months ago leaving me alone.Not everyone has Happy Holidays. I can see that now. It's not that my marriage was all that good. We had some really good times and then those really bad times.I'm just sitting here reminiscing. I remember when I first. A light rain began to fall upon the streets of Milan as we entered my limosine with my felt coat around Anna’s shoulders. She settled down into the warmth of the seat and that was the first time she smiled, and I knew that Anna was a rare and special star that outshined even the most elegant of all of the debutant’e in Italia. Seeing the hunger in her eyes and her gaunt frame with little meat on her bones, the first thing we did was to eat. And eat she did, in abundance with freshly baked Prime. "Things? Why can't she get them herself?" My heart sank. "Oh no! Andrew!" The prospect of my nice friendly innocent neighbour tangled with Lizzie was too awful. The damage that girl could do, looking the way she did! I sighed. "Come on in. You men are not safe to be let out round Lizzie. What have you done?"He smiled at me, suddenly gay. "Fallen in love. Magic! Come on, let me in. I've got a shopping list in my head, and then I promised her breakfast." Andrew - they do say there's no fool like.