We’re the wives, the mothers, the carers and I’m a fully paid up member of the club. School plays, violin practice, cubs scouts, Sunday football, ...wimming practice; I’m right there ferrying the little darlings hither and thither, filling their lunch boxes, ironing their clothes and in all ways possible being the perfect mum.But it’s not just the kids I have to look after, far from, for if you’re not there for your man then it’s your fault if he strays, or so says the school gate gossip. We may. Jeff walked away, apparently abashed in public. “I didn’t know what to say to him. I thought us kissing might help,” she said.The three of us headed back to the rebuilt, two-story house, waiting for Stuart to show up. Clarice and Michael were living together and Jennie had said “Yes,” to my invitation.With September over, it all begins again!All the October shows were concerts making things much easier as far as I was concerned.Joan Prefontayne was the obvious Pseudolus again, and both Jenn and. Not long as far as history’s greatest romances go, but there’d been something about the back and forth of the exchange which had piqued her interest. Not quite arrogance.OK, arrogance. A kind of brusque, charming offhanded manner that on one day left her wondering exactly how much he’d wanted her, then the next day was intense, direct, incisive and irritatingly close to the truth, when he’d asked her questions about herself.Always close to the bone. Precise. Incisive. Rude.‘I’m not telling. "I think you're gonna make me cum again, sir."For a few more seconds I went on, teasing her with my cock, and watching her squirm and coo in the bed as she tried to ignore the growing pressure in her belly. I could tell she was fighting another orgasm by the look of wide-eyed bliss and the weak attempt at a smile on her pretty face. But before she fell into the abyss again, I stopped what I was doing momentarily. She breathed a sigh of relief which I cut short as I moved down and pressed my.