“Hello! This is Giuseppe, Elena’s husband. She thinks you need my permission to be with her. If she wants to, it’s up to her. I’m not going to...come after you with a gun or knife like in the movies!”I laughed, “«Buona. Molte grazie!»”“«Tu parli italiano?»” he asked, surprised.“No; I know a couple of dozen phrases and a bunch of words because my first mentor, God rest his soul, was an Italian from the Old Country. His granddaughter is Chairman of the Board of the company I own.”He laughed, “Now I. Telling all to Tim and Abbie last night did bring back so many memories of Cyn, but the one part she did not tell them was the time they shared shortly before Cyn died. Cyn made Les promise to go on living to the fullest, find someone new who she could enjoy things with before it was too late. Les had pledged to her but had not felt ready to do so yet. And Les remembering it realizes that eight years is long enough to wallow. It is time to open her eyes to the world again.oOoTim tells Les. Slide back in until our pubic hair tangled together. Pull out. Slide in slowly. We made love for fifteen minutes.As I neared climax, the sun peaked over the tree tops and flooded our tent with a warm orange-yellow light. The sun highlighted Amy tits and face. I looked down between us and saw my silhouetted cock plunging into Amy."Jon, I wish you could see how you look. You have an orange glow from the sunlight." Amy paused for a minutes and then said, "Jon, I'm almost there. Go faster."I thrust. “Would you mind if I borrow a few tapes?”“Not at all! What did you want?”“Help! and Emotional Rescue.”“Sure, just get them from the case. I actually have the vinyl for those, but I have the tapes for the car.”“I didn’t look through all your records, but do you have Tattoo You and Little Deuce Coupe?”“Yes. That’s quite the range! Something released two months ago and something from 1963!”“My taste is as eclectic as yours!”“But do you taste good?” I grinned.“You got one French kiss, what do you.