Even that has nothing on Marcella's cooking though." Marcella? Who is Marcella?" My bitch," she said."Your... bitch?" Uh huh," Karen said with a nod. ...I guess the closest thing you would call it is a..." She thought for a moment, trying to recall the terms, "uh... a housekeeper or a maid. Anyway, she makes most of my dinners on the nights I'm home. She's a culinary arts major at the university." You have a housekeeper?" he asked."A bitch is what we call them," she said. "She keeps the house. I called a taxi, because I was hoping we would all be too drunk to drive after our date, even maybe get a room if necessary.We stopped by and Dixie and Joe were surprised about the cab. I just told them this way we could drink to our hearts content and not have to worry about driving.Joe looked at me and said, "I've never seen this side of you before, George." I just thought we ought to live a little before life passes us by," I replied. "In fact this night is totally on me. I got a bonus for. The door opened and a pretty thirty something lady opened the door and let me in, and lead me through to the kitchen.As we walked in to the kitchen, well, I was just like a k** in a sweet shop. There were 8 of them, all late 20's to mid 30's and chatting away to each other like a mothers meeting. Always wanting to know about the set up I asked them (over a cup of tea) how they had started up.It turned out that four or five of them knew each other from school days. They were not all in the same. Mai walked silently away as I spoke, “I want to be inside you when I release Xel. You are far to good to want just this from me, and I want you to join with me in pleasure. Let's get to the dance floor before I explode sweet baby girl.” It was as close as I dared come to calling her my granddaughter in public, she smiled and slipped back into her seat leaving the pad where it sat. I managed to zip my pants up enough to walk to the empty dance floor, we had the place to ourselves.The surging.