“I’ll pay,” said Zena, “You can write me a cheque after. Any limit?”“I’ve got savings, get her what she needs and some luxury stuff as w...ll.”“And I’ll get you a Christmas present for her,” said Harriet. “Oh, you are bringing her to the office ‘do’ on Wednesday, aren’t you?”There was only one answer to that, and I duly gave it and earned a smile. I promptly forgot about it, there was so much else happening.Christmas I hadn’t forgotten; I had bought presents already for the family, but what had. “And where the hell do you think you are going? Tonight is the beginning of our sex life for real baby girl and your going to enjoy every minute of it I promise.” As he pulled my body into his by my hair, I couldn’t help but wonder what he really meant. He kissed my neck ever so gently never letting go of his grip on my hair. I felt a little more at ease even if for the moment. Suddenly I felt him push me against the living room wall. With one hand he held my face against the wall with the. They were fine. Nothing that lit sparks, and nothing that I couldn't walk away from the first time either of us got bored. The sex was usually good, and sometimes very good. But nothing as earth shattering and knee shaking as the magazine articles and novels spoke about. An orgasm was an orgasm was an orgasm, and I could get the same release with my own fingers as I could get from any of the men I took to bed with me, but we always had fun. And I figured that was a reasonable result for all. She told me that the men at this conference were not paying attention to her. She said her husband does not pay attention to her either. She wanted to know if I thought she was attractive? I told her that I thought she was very attractive. Anne continued to dump on me and drink more of my whiskey. We were having a good time talking and drinking when she went to get her night clothes on. She came out of the bathroom with just a sleep shirt on and white cotton panties. Her perky tities sticking.