Shortly there after, the old black cab pulled up in front of a large, three story Georgian Style, red brick/white columned, expensive town house; which was lit up in resplendence with bright Christmas lights with pine wreaths hung on the double front doors. Norman paid the taxi driver as he climbed up out of the back seat, as he stood out on the sidewalk in the posh neighborhood he looked up at the great house. Norman was a common man, of common means, who spoke of common things, so this would, indeed, be his first shot at hanging out with the rich crowd. However, for Xavier Antonio De La Rosa Diaz, this would be just one of many fabulous homes he was welcome in, in fact, this home was small, compared to what Xavier was accustomed to at his family's palatial ranch in Argentina. He noted this home was about as large as his family's gatehouse. Nonetheless, Xavier was grateful to be welcome in here tonight with a beautiful 'English Rose' to entertain him, and he was even happier his good friend Norman would be getting some action as well.
As Joey searched for the keys in her purse Felicity turned and had a look of surprise mixed with caution on her pretty face as she grabbed Xavier by the hand and said "But wait, you haven't even told us your names." she said in a demanding tone, so Xavier thought he would make a little joke and said "I'm Tom Watson, and this is my good friend Johnny Miller." he smiled waiting for her to laugh, but these two young girls had no idea about the winners of the British Open '76 + '77, the American Pros who trounced the U.K. at their own game.
"Tom?" Felicity gave a confused look saying "That doesn't sound very ethnic."
"It is short for Thomas." Xavier said in his deep, sexy, Latin voice.
"Alright then, come on in Tommy! Johnny!" Joey said opening up the red door ushering the lot of them in from out of the cold.
Here Xavier and Norman gave a knowing look to one another as they laughed, smiling as they entered into the lavishly decorated home, complete with a twenty foot Douglas Fir Christmas Tree all lit up in the foyer by the grand staircase. Norman thought how stupid these girls were bringing two strange men back to their wealthy family's empty home. It wasn't that he had any bad intentions, but he knew some other bloke they bring back, in future, might not be as gentlemanly as he. These birds are a couple of 'Dodos', Norman thought to himself as they all settled down for a cold winter's night. As Joey lit a fire in the massive carved marble fireplace, Felicity opened up a bottle of her parents, who were on a ski holiday in Switzerland, expensive bottles of Bordeaux, as Norman chopped out few lines of cocaine on top of a family photograph, one of many in silver frames atop a baby grand piano, were Xavier sat himself down at, playing a little music for them as they all sat down together warming themselves by the fire. After much laughter and crude come-ons the couples paired off, Xavier went to take a shower with Felicity as Norman and Joey went up to her bedroom on the third floor, now here Norman's passion exceeded his need for a bed and, just as they were nearing the landing, Norman took Josephine in his arms kissing her deeply. With fevered brow he slowly brought her down to the ground where there, upon the top of the stairs, the two came together with much desperation and vigor. This was difficult for the young woman as he was too much for her to handle. Her small frame was not designed for the shape of his body, but she did her best and bit her lip and carried on, for she would not just 'lie back and think of England' no, she preferred to revel in every minute she, and her 'Johnny" would spend together tonight, because tomorrow, when she sobered up, she knew she would be far too embarrassed by her licentious behavior to ever see her big, sweet, Johnny again. As for now she was still naked and drunk and so was he.
As Joey searched for the keys in her purse Felicity turned and had a look of surprise mixed with caution on her pretty face as she grabbed Xavier by the hand and said "But wait, you haven't even told us your names." she said in a demanding tone, so Xavier thought he would make a little joke and said "I'm Tom Watson, and this is my good friend Johnny Miller." he smiled waiting for her to laugh, but these two young girls had no idea about the winners of the British Open '76 + '77, the American Pros who trounced the U.K. at their own game.
"Tom?" Felicity gave a confused look saying "That doesn't sound very ethnic."
"It is short for Thomas." Xavier said in his deep, sexy, Latin voice.
"Alright then, come on in Tommy! Johnny!" Joey said opening up the red door ushering the lot of them in from out of the cold.
Here Xavier and Norman gave a knowing look to one another as they laughed, smiling as they entered into the lavishly decorated home, complete with a twenty foot Douglas Fir Christmas Tree all lit up in the foyer by the grand staircase. Norman thought how stupid these girls were bringing two strange men back to their wealthy family's empty home. It wasn't that he had any bad intentions, but he knew some other bloke they bring back, in future, might not be as gentlemanly as he. These birds are a couple of 'Dodos', Norman thought to himself as they all settled down for a cold winter's night. As Joey lit a fire in the massive carved marble fireplace, Felicity opened up a bottle of her parents, who were on a ski holiday in Switzerland, expensive bottles of Bordeaux, as Norman chopped out few lines of cocaine on top of a family photograph, one of many in silver frames atop a baby grand piano, were Xavier sat himself down at, playing a little music for them as they all sat down together warming themselves by the fire. After much laughter and crude come-ons the couples paired off, Xavier went to take a shower with Felicity as Norman and Joey went up to her bedroom on the third floor, now here Norman's passion exceeded his need for a bed and, just as they were nearing the landing, Norman took Josephine in his arms kissing her deeply. With fevered brow he slowly brought her down to the ground where there, upon the top of the stairs, the two came together with much desperation and vigor. This was difficult for the young woman as he was too much for her to handle. Her small frame was not designed for the shape of his body, but she did her best and bit her lip and carried on, for she would not just 'lie back and think of England' no, she preferred to revel in every minute she, and her 'Johnny" would spend together tonight, because tomorrow, when she sobered up, she knew she would be far too embarrassed by her licentious behavior to ever see her big, sweet, Johnny again. As for now she was still naked and drunk and so was he.
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