In that may they find comfort, in that may they find refuge for no longer are they ignorant. Yes, I will send them to their god. Oh yes, there it is, ...he most excellent Cafe De L’Amour. Inside are dozens of souls seeking a destiny. I quickly run my fingers through my hair and enter. My soft footsteps make no sound amidst conversation and light jazz. Ah, there she is: a slender. red-haired woman of absolute Graeco-Roman perfection. Pity, she sits alone, impatiently pouring over a novel: A Man’s. She leaned over, took my glass out of my hand and put our drinks on the coffee table and looked straight at me."You probably would find a fat old Nana like at all interesting would you"? She asked.That was it my blue touch paper was lit.I leaned over and kissed her fully on her gorgeous mouth.Our tongue brushing against each other as I pulled her towards me and lay back on the couch. We kissed for what seemed like and age. My hands wandering up and down her back, giving her gorgeous arse a. Now asking out Shelia Cavanaugh was way out of character for me, and her saying maybe was ten times as surprising. I'm telling you Shelia's pooh-pooh smelled like roses at Palmdale Senior High. She was a senior and Miss Everything in the yearbook. Her mother was Donna Murphy Cavanaugh, Jake Turner's first cousin, and a vice-president of Turner and Thornton holdings. Shelia was about as Irish as I was Polish; she was medium height and had this fabulous copper colored hair, that hung to her. Then conversation changed to GFs. then somehow I changed the topic for sex but I didnt tel her that I wanted to have sex with her. I dont want to include those here as it ll bore you.Finally I came to know that she is not happy with sex life and I could convince her for sex. then for some days we had sex chats. after few days there was a function in her house. She asked me to come. I told I ll come only if she gives me kiss. She told Ok. Finally on that we smooched. It was most unforgettable.