“Two beers please and two large brandies,” said Brad.“Wot kind of Britneys you want squire?”“Eh?” Brad wasn’t just out of his depth, he ...as positively drowning.“Beers,” I hissed in his ear, “Britney Spears, beers, get it?”“Yeah, oh yeah, two of this one please.” And he pointed to the London Pride pump.“Any particular fine and dandy?”“Say what?” Brad looked round for help.“Martell, please,” I smiled.Paul was equally mystified, but he was laughing too as we collected our drinks and found a. Though immediately in her forties, and what any guy would call a MILF, she had a perfect body even after so many years of marriage and having two daughter. She stood 5′ 5″, 38″ breasts and extended jet black hair which gives an exquisite look to her sharp features and made heads turned when she walked elegantly with her femininity. I saw men go crazy in her presence and I was one of her silent admirers. I was fascinated by her bouncing boobs, rippling ass and would masturbate later many times. It was like the time stopped.Then we talked for some time as it was after a long time for us. I was getting impatient so I kissed her neck. I could literally see her hair on hands standing getting the goosebumps. She was making mild noises. From the neck, I moved to chin, cheeks and at last her red beautiful lips. We kissed for a long time.Time was not a problem for us. While kissing I removed her top and jeans. I love to see a woman in her inners. Especially when she has matching lingerie. It. We don’t want to annoy your father.” We traipsed back downstairs in silence and sat down to tea.I could see Col eyeing off her plate of bubble and squeak with beef fritters with some suspicion.“Es ist gebratene Kartoffelpüree und Gemüse.” (It’s fried mashed potato and vegetables)“Stop that!” My father’s voice whipped across the table. “Speak English!”I saw Col cringe and my mother gave my father a fierce look.I turned to my mother. “I’m sorry. I was just telling Col what we were eating. We.