Kerry is a successful night club owner, I’m not sure how or why that happened but she has three or four clubs all turning a tidy profit. For myself,...I built an impressive client base in real estate and later moved into business broking. Neither of us had married. Kerry came close a few years back. Ken was a great guy. I loved him as I imagined one would love a brother. He was perhaps ten years older than us but I could tell, whenever I saw them, they were very much a solid couple. Sadly, cancer. Then a cool breath of air stroked my back as the shower curtain was pulled slightly open.Without turning round I passed back the bar of soap and asked him to wash my back. Slowly and with gentle strokes, his hands soaped my back going lower and lower until he was caressing my buttocks.Working his hands up my inner thigh, he gently brushed against my pussy, making me whimper with the pleasure he was giving me.A finger pushed against my pussy lips and I opened my legs. It pushed into my soaking. Sofija said she would meet me later that night after her "date." That was a polite way of saying her client. I would be getting seconds.This was a chance for me to tour the nightlife of Riga on my own. I visited some of the same places Kate had taken me as well as new ones that weren't as safe. Being on my own made it more exciting especially when girls showed an interest in me. I was not at a loss for possible "dates."When I reached Sofija's home late at night, the girl with the ponytail was. ." "Take Him out," I said, unheedful of her pleading. Her hands fumbled at my zipper, she laid both hands on Him, her cheek against Him, saying, "Oh, God, no, you'll give me a baby. Please, God, anything but that." I stood there until she had got her fill of what was coming to her. Then I said, "Lay down." There was a shag rug convenient on the tile floor, where a person would stand to use the cutting board. She laid back on it, her knees tight together, her hands clutched over her breasts. .