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A May Through December Romance

Copyright© 2020 by Charlie for now

Chapter 1

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Charlie fell in love with a much, much older woman. She fell in love with him, too, but then a bit at a time, so did her entire family. Well, almost her entire family. Her son never really cared for Charlie. (Codes to be added as appropriate.)

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Teenagers   Romantic   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   TransGender   Crime   Incest   Sister   InLaws   Polygamy/Polyamory   Nudism   Violence  

I was laying out in the sun on a Saturday afternoon. The beach in Ukraine was just as inviting as the ones back home. This one, however, didn’t necessarily require a swimsuit. Since I was alone, unknown, and would most likely never be seen here again, I shed my little suit and enjoyed the rays.

As I was applying some lightweight SPF 4 tanning oil, a woman approached me. Her smile enchanted me. “Turn over,” she said, in English, but with a strong accent. “I will put on the back,” she continued. I thanked her and turned over. She squirted some of the oil on my back and did just what she said she would, and not much else. She stopped at the crack of my butt having covered all of my back and shoulders with the oil. “Done,” she said.

“Thank you, Miss. Miss what, might I ask.”

“Svetlana. And your name, sir?”

“Charles, but you can call me Charlie. Just Charlie, for now.”

“Good. Charlie. Welcome to Ukraine. I can tell you are American. Welcome to Odessa. Maybe I will see you here tomorrow?”

“Or over dinner tonight?”

“You are presumptuous, I think is the word. I just wanted to help a nice young man with his sun oil. I was not being, how would you say it? Forward? In any case you are young and handsome and there are any number of beautiful young women, and more even pretty girls, on this beach that would be delighted to join you tonight. It was good to talk to you. Maybe tomorrow, Charlie?”

“Please. I’d like that, Svetlana.”

She rose from her knees moving smoothly and elegantly as if she were a dancer and looking every bit the movie star. This Svetlana woman was gorgeous. She was wearing a black and white bikini, underwired, placing her substantial breasts up and forward as if on pedestals. The bottoms were very brief and made her long legs, smooth, perfectly shaped hips, and thin waist form the remainder of a wondrous hourglass. She was absolutely charming and attractive in every way. Her long, dark, almost black hair, falling over her breasts, her smile, her perfect teeth, her facial features, and just everything about her screamed class and beauty. Most probably the prettiest middle-aged woman I’d ever met. It was easy to tell she was at least in her mid to late thirties, or possibly early forties, but she was pretty enough, and yes, classy enough, to forgo that issue and try again for a date tomorrow. The worst she could do was say ‘no’.

I thought about her all night. She was that stunning. At the most I figured at ten years my senior, she was still worth the try. There were probably a hundred naked or half-dressed women, younger or closer to my own age, early thirties, thirty-three to be precise, on that beach, but none of them were of the caliber she was. Not a one had her svelte, classy, smooth, seasoned attitude and aura. Not to mention her looks. Svetlana. Hmmm.

I woke with a massive erection, almost painful, and jumped into the shower. As I washed and shampooed my hair, it eased enough to pee and finally subsided. Interesting dream, but I only remembered bits and pieces. I was with an older dark-haired woman on a boat. Damn, that must have done something to me. The early morning hard-on, if you will, my erection, was really something.

I had a quick breakfast in the hotel café, then made it to some morning meetings I was having with a software company which was doing some subcontracting for me on a controls project. Their knowledge of video surveillance and camera control software was well known throughout the computer and security industries, and their help with this project would make my end product much more capable. I signed an agreement to keep their intellectual property in house in order to get their assistance. I thought it was funny at the time, since the Russians and Chinese, and yes, more than one Ukrainian company, reverse engineer and steal patented US technology and goods all the time. With abandon, actually.

They were concerned due to my needing the entire coding, unencrypted and both compiled and pre-compiled, so that I could prove there weren’t any trojan horses or malware imbedded. My customer knew I was using them as a sub, but I had to prove, beyond any doubt, that it was safe. I had two of my best software engineers reading it, line by line, decompiling and recompiling it, to make sure what we gave the agency was in fact, trouble free. It was a big deal. The subcontractor agreed with my terms, as long as I’d sign and promise not to allow it to be released to the public.

I assured them there wouldn’t be a problem, as the agency didn’t want it to be public knowledge these capabilities existed in the first place. It was lucrative for both companies, so I convinced them they could feel secure with our agreements.

Done with work in the late morning, I grabbed a sandwich and a soda and headed back to the same beach where I had met the lovely Svetlana. I can’t explain how much I was looking forward to it, but something about her piqued my interest.

It was just about an hour later, after I had oiled my front and soaked up a generous amount of the energy the sun would share with me, that I heard her smooth and enchanting voice. “Turn over, Charlie, and I will do the back for you.” Her accent quite literally made me hard, and I was growing as I slowly turned toward her and over onto my stomach. I had to arrange myself so it wouldn’t be painful. She had to have noticed.

“Thank you for coming, Svetlana. I thought about you last night before I slept and this morning woke after a dream, which I think was about you. There was a boat involved if I recall correctly. Would you please reconsider joining me for dinner tonight?”

“You are insistent. Persistent? I am the widow, Charlie, but it has been some time now and I am thinking maybe I can say yes. We need to talk, though, since I am not what you think.”

“What do you mean, Svetlana? I am sorry, but even if you are ... What would you call transsexual in Ukraine?”

“Transsexual would be fitting to be calling it. No, I am not transsexual. I am a woman. I always have been. For just over sixty years, Charlie. I am not a young woman like those two over there who are showing you their breasts and trying to get your attention.”

“No way,” I said, looking at the two, smiling at me and pulling their shoulders back. She giggled the giggle of a cute little girl. It was so sweet. “No effing way,” I said again. I had to. There was no way! She nodded. “You are a beautiful specimen of a woman, Svetlana. I would enjoy your company for dinner tonight. Do you know anywhere I might be able to dance with you?”

It was Friday night, and just like in America, people might partake of such things.

“Yes. If you are sure you want to waste your time with an old woman...” I interrupted her.

“If you would consider this wasting my time, I want to waste a LOT of time with you. The more the merrier. Yes, Svetlana, I’d love to waste time with you tonight. As much as you’ll allow.”

She giggled again and pulled her phone from her beach bag. Speaking Russian, I think, she talked to someone for several minutes, then afterward, disconnected and put her phone back in her bag.

“Tonight, I will find you where you stay, and I will take you to dinner and dancing. You can dance, I hope?”

“Yes, I think so. My mother always said I was good at it. She taught me everything I know about women before she passed. One thing she taught me was to always worship at the feet of a beautiful woman. Another was not to step on her toes while I danced with her. She said those two things would keep me happy well into my life.” I smiled as I finished, getting another cute giggle from this devastatingly gorgeous woman.

“I am sorry to hear about your mother.” I nodded, sadly. She patted my bottom. We’d been chatting and I realized we’d been talking right through her oiling my shoulders, my back, my bottom and my legs, all the way down to my heels. It felt divine, and I was harder than a railroad spike. I didn’t even notice until the pat.

“Thank you. It’s been several years. She died quite young. I was in high school. She wasn’t yet forty years old. Breast cancer. Took her before they even knew she had it. She was in decline, terminal, with absolutely no hope, when it was found.”

“Terrible. I truly am sorry. I have lost a daughter to the scourge. She, too, was young and unknowing until too late. I understand fully. It is odd we have that in common, Charlie. Lay there for a while. I will lay next to you, if that is all right?”

“Please, Svetlana. I really am enchanted by you. Drawn to you.”

“How old are you, Charlie?”

“Thirty-three. Just turned last month. May twenty-second.”

“I am almost two times of your age. I am sixty now since February fourteenth. The day of the cupid.”

“Now I understand why you are so beautiful. You were blessed by the goddess of love!” I smiled at her.

“You are full of cow dung, Charlie. What is it you do here in the Ukraine?”

We talked for two hours. I turned over after a while getting more sun on my front and we just looked at each other lying there on our blankets. I of course spent time looking at her breasts, as she had removed her top and was taking in the sun. They were just as perfect as the rest of her. Almost no sag, they kept most of their shape as she laid on her back. Unbelievable. I caught her eying my dick, as well, understandably, as I couldn’t get it to calm down. I’d been sporting an erection for hours and was seeping pre-cum for most of that time. I wiped it often with my towel, but it was more than obvious to anyone within eyesight that I was highly aroused by this elderly vixen.

“You are very kind to an old woman, Charlie. You have not looked at another person on this beach all afternoon, yet you are erect and showing arousing. For me? If for me, that is a compliment to me.”

“It’s completely for you. I don’t mean to be crude, or crass, or fresh, or rude, but Svetlana, you are a treasure. I don’t care that you are older than I am. I don’t. I just want to spend time looking at you and enjoying your company. Thank you for this. You’ve made my trip so much more worthwhile.”

“Thank you. Where are you staying?” I gave her the name of my hotel, then she said, “I will meet you in your lobby at seven-thirty. Then we will go to dinner and some dancing. Thank you for asking me, Charlie. You are a breath of fresh air. You are not the crass or rude person you are afraid I would think of you. Stay where you are. Relax. You need to get five or maybe ten more minutes of the sun over Ukraine. Let the young girls see a gentleman in the wild. They will not see many of them in their lifetimes, especially if they look in this part of the world.”

She was on her knees at that point, putting her top on. As God is my witness, her breasts were spectacularly gorgeous. Perfect would be a better description. She then folded her blanket as she was talking to me, then just before she rose, she leaned over me and kissed me softly on my lips. “I will see you this evening, Charlie. Thank you again. I will be in a blue cocktail dress and high heels.” She smiled at me, touched my cheek with her fingers, kissed me again, then rose and walked away.

I closed my eyes and thought about her, then did something I’d never done before. I did two things, actually, that I’d never done before. After looking around and seeing no one watching me specifically, I closed my eyes again, thought of Svetlana, and flexing my PC, leg, and abdominal muscles, worked myself up to an unassisted, untouched, unmasturbated (?), and totally unreal, orgasm. I shot semen all up and down my chest and dribbled some into my navel. Completely and utterly uncanny. I’d had an orgasm without touching my cock, and I’d ejaculated in the wide-open expanses of the public domain. Neither of which I’d ever done before, and both of which made me feel totally satisfied with my personal life. I couldn’t explain it right then if I’d tried, but I felt different. Like I was in control of something. On top of the world. Now I just know I was happy. It was a really good feeling.

I soaked up a bit more sun and then slipped on my suit, my shorts, and my shirt, then headed for my rental car. I really was on top of the world. Once at the hotel, I stopped at the bar, got two drinks to take to the room and once there, worked for a while getting the oil off of me. That was a chore, but as I did it, I thought of Svetlana, and that made it almost fun.

I was in the lobby at seven-twenty, trying my best to act nonchalant when she walked in several minutes later, but I’m sure I looked like a teenager about to go out with a cheerleader when she approached me. My smile was at least ear to ear, and maybe more. She giggled when I took her hand. My expression must’ve caught her as humorous. It was to her, maybe, but her magnanimous entry and her appearance as such a glamorous woman left me astounded. I’d never been in the presence of anyone so regal before. A possible understatement, but regal worked. She was phenomenally beautiful.

“Charlie. It’s just me, Svetlana. Your eyes and your smile tell me you approve, but you need to be able to talk if we are to carry on a conversation tonight.”

“I’ll not apologize, Svetlana. Your beauty left me speechless for a time. I’ve never been in the company of one so beautiful. So amazingly attractive. You could pass for the Queen of whatever country you were found standing in. Maybe more possibly the crown princess. I know your age, but you darling woman, you look to me to be younger than me. Impossible, but oh, so true.”

“Thank you. You are full of compliments. I appreciate your kind words, but we both know I am but an old woman.”

I just shook my head and said, “Whatever. You’re a doll and I’m more than proud to be in your shadow.” I held my elbow out for her to take, and she walked me out to the drive where there was a fairly large European vehicle of some sort waiting for us. I didn’t see the emblems when I handed her in then followed her into the back seat, but I noticed the steering wheel when the driver moved his hand and saw the BMW logo in the middle. It was truly the largest BMW I had ever seen, let alone been in. On looking around, I realized it was a BMW limousine.

“Gregor, The Music Palace, please. We have reservation for eight. You may stay if you like but I will not, I’m sure, need you, or call for at least two hours, more probably four, so use your discretion.”

“Da, Miss Gasst.”

“Gregor! Remember, I ask you earlier. Only English tonight, please.”

“Yes, Miss Gasst. I am sorry.”

“Not to worry. I think he knows what ‘Da’ means. He is in business with Luxon Video Solutions here in Odessa. I am sure he has heard someone say ‘Yes’ in the local tongue.” She giggled and placing her hand on my leg, squeezed with her fingers in a gentle caress.

“I am sure, as well, Miss Gasst.” He let loose a bit of a soft laugh. “I will stay and be in the background if you do not mind, Miss Gasst. There was report of kidnapping two nights ago down same street outside of Jazz Emporium. The woman from St. Petersburg was visiting. In any case, I will watch from afar.”

“Thank you, Gregor. I would appreciate that. I have heard the same. She is money from real estate. Her father is land baron there, I think the Americans call it. Very rich. Very pretty, too. We are here. Thank you, Gregor, stay. Charlie will help me out. I will let you know of our plans.” He nodded.

I exited, handed her out and after closing the door, causing the most solid thunk I can ever remember, we walked to the doors of the Music Palace. She introduced us to the hostess and another girl took us to a table. Perfect location, right in front of the band stand, across the dance floor from the band.

She told me of the quality of the offerings there and ordered for both of us after I asked her to. She’d shared that she’d been here before, often, and thought she knew what I might enjoy. She was right. A bottle of Spumante with a surf and turf sampler was just what the doctor ordered. In more ways than one. We shared a wickedly decadent chocolate brownie with chocolate ice cream covered with hot fudge syrup for dessert. We both admitted, openly, that neither of us should have a whole one. It was definitely a qualifier for the ‘Death by Chocolate’ dish some restaurants provide.

We had a bit of time before the music started, so I asked her about the widow part of our discussion. Svetlana was a doctor. A cardiologist. She studied medicine in Boston and upon her return was married to a man who had his finger on the pulse of technology. He was a millionaire many hundred times over, she told me, but he worked too hard, and even she couldn’t save him. All the exercise and good eating couldn’t fix what was obviously a problem he’d had since birth. A congenital malformation of a valve is what they found in the autopsy, having worked well enough until stress and pressure were involved. They had three children, losing the one to breast cancer, and three grandchildren, two teenaged girls and a preteen boy, none of which would want for anything, but all were good people and worked, not spoiled, and did not take advantage. She was more than proud of the way she and her husband raised them to be good and caring people.

I told her more of my childhood, having already explained about losing my mother, but went on to tell her how my father, my hero, was lost in combat in an aircraft, an Air Force pilot brought down by a Russian surface to air missile in a country not too awfully far south and east of where we sat. I told her of my grandfather’s company, now mine, dealing with government business such as that I was pursuing, and that he also died of heart failure. His being the kind that was caused by the passing of his wife, my Nana. His heart was broken, and just quit working one afternoon as he talked about how much he loved her and how much she had brightened his life. A tear fell as I mentioned how they were together now, if God forgave the occasional poker game and glass of whiskey with friends. She giggled and wiped the tear from my cheek.

I fell in love with Svetlana Gasst at that very moment. I knew I couldn’t tell her that. It would have caused a serious problem, and I didn’t want that. I wanted her in my arms, and my heart. I thought if I could hide my true feelings for her, I could keep her as a friend, and maybe more, just a bit longer.

The band gathered, did the normal tuning and testing, then on the first number, a slow, well known number by Frank Sinatra, I asked her to dance with me. As we were alone, dancing along to ‘Fly Me to The Moon’, I got to know her even better. Regal was an understatement. Elegant needed to be added, and that was how she danced. Exquisite may be an over used term, but so is awesome. I don’t care, and she was exquisitely awesome, or awesomely exquisite as we danced, alone, with everyone in the hall watching us. I thought I was a good dancer, but like my mother, she made me better. I hadn’t had that much fun dancing in my entire life. Dancing with Mom was great, but my love for her was maternal. My love for Svetlana was romantic. It was more. It was different. It was grand.

I wanted so bad to blurt it out: “I LOVE YOU, SVETLANA GASST!” Good thing I wasn’t that dumb.

“Svetlana, this is wonderful. Thank you so much for the opportunity.”

“Charlie, are you for real?”

“I am.”

“I have never before felt like I do with you. Does that surprise you?”

“Absolutely. You should have been loved and adored and worshipped long before I darkened you path.”

“I thought I had been, but I haven’t felt like I do with you. Tell me why.”

“If I tell you, you have to promise not to call Gregor and run off.” She nodded. “I actually already told you, but I’ll try to do this carefully.” She looked at me in question. I placed my hand over hers and squeezed gently to calm her. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. I do. Svetlana, please don’t be afraid, but I do. I knew this morning when you were with me on the beach. I love you. I knew yesterday that I wanted to get to know you. I knew it was more than a man and a woman, or two ships passing in the night. I know now it’s more than that.” I stared into her eyes.

She was silent as we danced into the next number. It was ending and a faster song started.

“Stay and dance with me, please, Svetlana.” She smiled, hesitantly, then as the song started, I put her into a swing that had her smiling, grinning, then laughing as we enjoyed each other’s company. I took her to the table afterwards.

“How long are you here, Charlie?”

“I was thinking of flying home on Thursday. We have things to do this week for work.”

“You have tickets you can change?”

“I can change my plans. I don’t have tickets.”

“Oh? OK. You can afford them, though, correct?”

“Yes. Oh, yes, Svetlana, dear, I can afford tickets home. I won’t need them, but if I needed, I could afford them. Why do you ask?”

“Charlie, you are a smart man, I am sure. You know Gregor is not taxi driver. He is my chauffeur, you would call. And he is my security. I have some money left by my husband. My children’s father. They have money. They will not look favorably on someone wanting to take that money from me. They are very protective, even though as a heart doctor and surgeon, I make money of my own.”

“Now I understand. Svetlana, the reason I don’t need tickets is because I have my own airplane. It is just little, but it’s really fast, and I can fly here with only a couple of stops. OK?”

She blushed. “I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

“Don’t be. I don’t like gold diggers either. I was going to make an exception for you, but not for the two pushing their nipples in my face this morning.”

Svetlana laughed. “Yes, I understand, but you could have had two pretty little girls at the same time, and now, you may be stuck with just one old lady.”

“Tell me that is true, Svetlana, and make my evening complete.”

“No. Not tonight. I will not jump into bed with the young American stud bull tonight. I will kiss you, though, and have Gregor take you home, where I will kiss you again. You are a gentleman, Charlie. I told you that before and that is the attractive thing to me. You are a gentleman. Waltz with me, have a drink with me, then let me take you home.”

“I would love that, sweetheart.”

“You are making it harder to say, ‘No’. Your mother did well with you, Charlie. You dance well.”

“Thank you, Svetlana. May I kiss you and tell you something?”

“Please.”

I kissed her, bit her earlobe, and licked her neck, feeling her tremble. “I believe. I am a romantic and not ashamed of it. I love you and don’t want this to end. It will, tonight, I’m sure, but I don’t care. I feel we will be together again soon, and you will let me love you more. That is my wish, my dream, and my hope for the future.”

“Yes, you are a romantic.” She raised her hand and lowered it. The ‘Hulk’ was upon us. I had no idea how big he was. I was six-one and well over two hundred pounds. I felt small in his presence, but he smiled and followed us to the car. Once inside, she tucked her head into my neck. “I’m taking you home before I eat you alive and throw the bones in the ocean.” She giggled.

“Thank you for the warning. When can I see you again?”

“Gregor will pick you up at noon on Sunday. He will bring you to me for lunch.”

At the hotel, Gregor let us out and stood by the back door as she walked me in. She kissed me softly.

“Sunday. I will see you at my home. Please think of me, but tomorrow I have things I must do. Be sure you want to waste your time with an old woman, Charlie, because you have me feeling unknown feelings as well.” Another kiss and she was gone, Gregor seating her and her looking at me through the window as they drove away.

Saturday, I had a meeting in the morning, then hit the beach that afternoon. The two girls, the same ones, titties and all, came over to talk to me. They spoke pretty good English, not surprisingly, since a lot of people in Ukraine did. They asked about the woman I was with the days previous and I told them the truth. They were mildly surprised but took it well and asked if they could just sit with me and keep me company. I thought it sounded like a good idea. They were beautiful and kept me busy the whole afternoon. I took them to dinner that night but told them I was not interested in them romantically as I was in fact going to pursue the woman they saw me with. They both commended that and thanked me for being such a gentleman and a friend. They also told me, first one, then the other, that if things with Svetlana didn’t work out, they’d love to spend more time with me ... Alone ... The three of us ... Together ... They giggled. I turned red. I nodded. They kissed me goodnight at their door when I took them home and wished me luck.

Sleep came easy, after I took care of a three girl, well, two girls and one woman nightmare that needed some manual assistance to get rid of. I laughed as I fell asleep.

Gregor was there at noon. I was outside waiting for him as he pulled up. He was a bit surprised when I got in front with him, but on the drive to their estate, I explained to him how I felt. I didn’t have a driver, nor a limo, but could afford it if I chose. I just chose not to. I told him I lived on a 33-acre estate myself and mowed my own lawn, which was only about two acres of that. That surprised him, too.

“I’m just a normal guy, Gregor. Just a normal guy.”

“That is not true, Mr. Casper. Miss looked you up last night and told me this morning. You are not a normal guy. You fly your own airplane and you mow your own lawn, but Mr. Casper, you are far from normal. I will tell you this, sir. Miss Gasst has been through much. Good and bad. She has seen and felt pain untold. She has seen and done things most people dream of but never do. She is glassy in the eyes when she thinks of you. You need to be careful with her, Mr. Casper.”

“She needs to be careful with me, Gregor. I feel the same way, if I understand you correctly.”

“Her children and her grandson will be there today, sir. Be yourself, Mr. Casper, and they will love you.”

“Thank you for that, Gregor. I’m serious. That means a lot. You’re very fond of her, aren’t you?”

“Her husband saved me from myself, and she has kept me. I owe them my very existence. Yes. I’m very fond of her.”

“Good. She obviously deserves you, and you her.”

The car stopped and I got out in front of a pretty good-sized house. He pulled away around back, probably to put the car away. I knocked on the front door. The door opened and a young boy of ten or eleven answered and looked up at me.

“Charlie?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Ivan Gasst. Pleased to meet you.” He held his hand out and up for me to shake. His speech was almost without accent.

“And I’m pleased to meet you, young man.”

“Come in, please, and I will take you to Grandmama.”

He walked me to a library, or study, where Svetlana was chatting with a woman and a man sitting together and yet another woman sitting alone.

“Mr. Casper is here, Nana.”

“Thank you, my little man.” She stood, hugged me, and kissed me briefly. “Thank you for coming, Charlie. That is Ivan, my precious grandson, the only child of his mother,” she waved her hand toward the single woman, “Ivanya Gasst, and the nephew of Willem Gasst, my son, and his beautiful wife Anya. Willem, Ivanya, this is the man you were afraid would steal all my rubles and take them to America, and now I add that he would have done that in his own little jet airplane.”

Anya laughed and said, “As I thought, Lana. He is no threat, but instead a lovestruck little boy away from home looking for a good time and having his heart leading him astray.” She giggled like her mother-in-law likes to do. “I’m sorry Mr. Casper, I was sticking up for you. My husband’s mother is a beautiful woman, inside and out.” I nodded.

Ivanya spoke. “I did not say he was stealing from her. I was just leery. That is all.”

“I did say that, and I am not yet convinced otherwise.” Willem was quite adamant.

“Willem, Mr. Gasst, which ever you prefer me to call you, your mother tugs at my heart. You don’t have enough money in your family to change my life.” Willem gasped. “I’m sorry to say that, but it’s true. I want her for her companionship, and for another one of her kisses, not for her money. I wouldn’t mind a chance to meet Ivan again, either. He seems like a fine lad. I think he’s going to give me a chance and not hate me out of the gate, either, unlike some in the room.”

Svetlana put an end to it. “Stop, Will. He bought dinner. He has not stolen anything but the petrol to get from his hotel to the dance hall and back and to here. Not yet the crime of the century. Ivan googled you, Charlie. He’s the computer wizard at the ripe old age of eleven. He tells us you are not exactly needing to get into my graces for my money, unless as he said, you do it for sport. That part, I know is not the case. You are not smooth enough to be the gigolo and are too much of a gentleman. My granddaughters like you, by the way. Willem, do you not believe your own daughters when they tell you he tried nothing with them and fed them?”

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