What I didn't expect was that they would find my music library so damned interesting. I think I've mentioned before that my tastes are a bit ... eclec...ic. Most of my collection is prewar and even pre-turn of the century. It's a stereotype, I'll admit ― but one that seems to hold some truth ― that vets favor good old rock and roll from the later half of the last century on into the beginning of the new one. I'm not saying I dislike it ― in fact some of it I really enjoy ― but my tastes stray off. You’re not really old,like feeble. So I’m surprised that you don’t want to have any female companionship. You wouldn’t have to move in with a woman, but you could just go out with somebody now and then. We’ve talked about all those women out there who seem to be looking for a man. Maybe you ought to think about picking one of them to spend some time with. Or maybe you’d do better to pick two, so neither one thinks she’s caught you.’ ‘I’ll put that idea on my list of things to think about, but. I've only been here a few minutes." Lucy sat down while Beth walked in and out of the kitchen, talking about trivialities without really expecting a response. She seemed so efficient, so confident and so beautiful. Her life seemed so perfect while Lucy's was a mess. Beth seemed so in control. Lucy had always thought she was in control but it was all an illusion. And those legs, Beth's beautiful legs. How Lucy longed to touch them and caress them."Mistress," Lucy suddenly blurted out."Excuse me,. We had lunch and we got back to the car and french kissed for almost 3 min and then we started our journey again.On the way she placed her 1 hand on my thigh and started creasing by resting her head on my shoulder and i moved my left hand around her hips and holding the gera leaver. When ever i shifted the gear i poked her thighs and soon she got arose and then we stopped for the evening tea and snacks. Then as soon as we got in to the car she hugged me tightly and planted a deep french kiss.