A small moan brought my head whipping around to look at Mary. Again my heart skipped a beat. Not because of what was happening to me, but because of w...at was happening to my wife! I looked down at the figure beside me. For all the world, Mary appeared to be asl**p and dreaming. I looked at her breasts, flattened against her ribcage as she lay on her back. Her fingers were idly flicking over her sensitive nipples causing them to swell and harden before my excited eyes. I looked further down her. Most of the people here at the gala knew who she was. When she had married George, it had been an international sensation. It was the proverbial story of the poor marrying the rich. It had been the Cinderella story of the times. She had never truly been poor. Her parents had been highly successful, and her father had been a professor at UBC, gaining her free tuition into the university. She had certainly married up but calling it a Cinderella story had always rankled her.Carefully, Nancy made. With the pants around my ankles, I stumbled and almost fell down but she caught me and stepped on the side of my pants. I pulled my foot out and my sneaker got caught in it a minute before it came off too. She didn't let me do anything else before moving me out of the kitchen in a funny shuffle, the pants still around the other ankle and my underwear around my knees still, one shoe on and one off. She didn't slow down at the stairs, taking me right up to my room. She half tossed me into the. ”She finished the cafeteria floor and packed the brush back away. The old shed, she never had been in there, her and her friends always wondered what was inside and imagined the wildest things. The reality was rather disappointing, the shed was filled with all kind of old sport equipment like torn mats, boxes, flat balls and a lot more. The shed was quite big, she could not clearly make out how big it was exactly because of how cramped it was in the back.“This will be your task for the next few.