She kept the biscuits on the table and sat besides me on the couch.Lady: So?Me: So what?Lady: R u going to show me or not?Me: We’ve hardly met, and ... don’t think I’m going to take off my shirt.Lady: Well in that case let me just touch and feel your abdomen.Without waiting for my reply she leaned close and had her right hand and fingers across my shirt. I was sitting on her left. I was surprised and I sat up straight. Her hand was on my upper abdomen, as she felt my body. I didn’t know how to. As they headed for London on the train, they devised a plan of action for the day. They decided it would be ‘serious art’ at the National Gallery, before lunch, then the Tate Modern for a bit of a laugh in the afternoon. The day started well, as Shelley tried to educate Josh, as to how a two hundred year old painting of a nude woman was not pornography and later how some of the exhibits in the Tate Modern could be described as art at all. On many occasions during the day Josh deliberately. Still, the museum hadn’t burned down and, it appeared, the statues hadn’t been stolen or vandalised.Breathing easier, he strolled around admiring the glistening marble figures. They were exquisite. He never dreamed Lady Winthrop would bequeath the statues to him and their addition to his museum was a joyous delight. Twelve life-size, hand-sculpted statues of Roman Deities – not actually Roman, like his exhibits, but beautiful none the less. They were a valuable addition to the Great Hall,. His tongue probed her small, pink nipples, and they began to grow harder. She cupped them and brought them closer to his face. He sucked each one, first softly, then harder. She moaned.“So, what do you like to do?” she asked.“I like all sorts of things. What I like best is pleasing my partner.”“Oh wow! You’re my kind of guy. Well, what I like best is maybe a little kinky to some.”“Well, hello Jack.”They both looked to where the voice came from. Jack recognized the woman, and nodded.“Mom! How.