********************When we got back to the hotel Frieda told us that they were going shopping the next day and in the evening, they were off to see t...e wild side of town. We were welcome to join them in their pub-crawling on Walking Street later that night.Walking street was a street choc full of bars and strip clubs that became traffic free at night, and it was notorious for it's anything goes atmosphere. Marge and were looking forward to going, and arranged to meet Hans, Frieda and Anika in. But she recovered and said gamely he could be a candidate for office male asshole. * * * Billy was to work in dispute resolution. He’d figured he’d be dealing with titans of international companies but his first brief was to work on their client who yesterday had been offered a handsome improvement in settlement from her hitherto intransigent outgoing husband. The brief ended: ‘Your role is to be an intermediary, to bring Mrs Gold into the real world’. Billy called for an interview and the. We turned our chairs and kept chatting away and all of a sudden, without thinking, I placed my hand at the bottom of her sweater and simply moved them up and grabbed her tits. Just like that. “I’ve been wanting to do this since we were teens’.“I know, I’ve seen you look at me every now and then but you wouldn’t even try anything”. “I didn’t take a chance, didn’t want to get slapped. We ARE cousins after all.” All the while squeezing her nipples just a little. “You have nothing to say?” I asked.. I might have that wrong, but it's something like that. In any event, I know oxygen is necessary. So how come I don't seem to need much oxygen?I don't get fatigued much either, not unless I'm exercising particularly hard. Part of fatigue is lactic acid (I remember that name), a waste product of muscle action. Why don't I get lactic acid buildup and need to rest while it dissipates? Whatever happens in me is very weird. GREAT for sex though
