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As you may remember, I recently sold my London-based importing and distribution business and moved down to the south coast. I have kept my London flat. For the moment anyway. But my main place of residence is now a spacious one-bedroomed apartment in a recently restored country house just outside a very attractive village.

My apartment is one of eight. And, like me, my new neighbours are all 'of an age'. As I am beginning to learn, they also seem to be all 'of a mind'. Some would say of a rather dirty mind. But I don't think that I'd have it any other way.

On my very first evening in residence, one of my neighbours, Anna, invited me to her apartment to share a gin and tonic. The gin and tonic was just the beginning. Before the evening was over, the slightly mumsy corselet-wearing Anna had also invited me to share her hairy cunt and her beautiful arse.

During the course of my first week at Whitecliffs Hall, I met several more of my neighbours.

Henry and Louise I ran into when I went to acquaint myself with the communal library which was just off the impressive entrance lobby.

'Ah, you must be the new chap,' Henry said.

'Humphrey,' I told him.

'Welcome aboard,' he said. 'I'm Henry ... and this is Louise. We're the unofficial librarians. Well ... sort of. Not that the collection needs much looking after. It's mainly just a matter of keeping like with like. You know how it is.

'The reference stuff here is mainly just for show. If people want to know something, they generally look it up on the internet these days. The middle shelves are mainly novels and other such entertainments. And then around the back here is where we keep the ... umm ... interesting stuff. We're quite proud of our collection of smut. Incidentally, if you find yourself in need of a bit of masturbatory inspiration, I can thoroughly recommend *quot;Hello, Blackbird*quot;.' And he tapped the spine of one of the books.

Henry and Louise were the long and short of it. Henry must have been at least six foot four, whereas Louise was probably only five foot four. On tip toes. But then, sometimes, opposites attract, don't they?

'We must get you over for a stiffener,' Henry said. 'Perhaps see if Anna's free. She's a good sort. Well, they all are really. Met Anna, have you?'

'Yes, I have,' I said.

Henry nodded. And smiled.

I left Henry and Louise ensuring that like was with like - at least on the bookshelves - and I went to explore the pathway that led from the lawn in front of the Hall down to the tiny beach at the foot of the cliffs - the cliffs that, presumably, gave Whitecliffs Hall its name.

The sandy beach was, in effect, a private beach. Except at very low tide, it was cut off at either end, and the only access was via the stepped pathway back up to the lawn. A sign at either end informed people who may have lost their way that 'Beyond this point there may be nude bathers'. Interesting, I thought. I was sure that the estate agent had not mentioned the beach as being part of the property.

When I returned to the Hall, Henry was sitting in the entrance lobby. 'Ah! There you are, dear boy. I was just about to come looking for you. What about tonight, eh?.'

'Tonight?'

'Yes. Caught up with Anna. She's up for it. A stiffener or two, perhaps a bit of finger food, and then ... well, let's see what happens, eh? Shall we say six o'clock? Oh, and we're thinking oysters in there somewhere. The season's open again. You OK with oysters?'

'I love oysters,' I said.

Henry smiled - well, beamed actually - and nodded. 'Yes. Thought that you might do.' And he tapped the side of his nose with his forefinger. 'A bit of lead in the old pencil, eh?'

Like bilecik escort Anna, Henry and Louise were what I would describe as 'smart' dressers. Not flashy. Not over the top. But not jeans and T-shirts either. For my appointment with 'a stiffener or two' I chose my favourite Italian linen and silk jacket: top-shelf style and quality, but not too formal.

I've never understood the attraction some people find in being 'fashionably late', and so it was pretty much on the dot of six when I knocked on Henry and Louise's door. To my surprise, the door was answered by Anna. For a moment, I wondered if I had the right door.

'Ah, we have a quorum,' Henry called out from somewhere behind her.

Anna was, once again, immaculately turned out, this time in a plain black high-waisted skirt and a semi-see-through patterned blouse over what appeared to be a black bra. As far as I could see, she wasn't wearing a corselet on this occasion. Oh, well.

'How are you, Humphrey?' she asked.

'So much the better for seeing you, Anna,' I said.

She gave me a hug, and a kiss that I felt was more than just a casual gesture.

'Anna tells me that you are a gin and tonic man,' Henry said.

'Umm ... yes. I guess so. In fact, anything really.'

'Excellent,' Henry said. And he thrust a large G