.. now all i have to do is to write it. As to 'The Good Life', i'm not sure how that will go at all. Certainly you shouldn't expect a laugh a minute a... in the TV show - i'm nowhere near that good but i might be able to come up with my usual style of story based on the characters and situation. Would that suffice?With regard to Paul - well, considering that he and i have only been having sex for less than a week, i'd not go as far as to say that he's a regular fuck. In fact i'm not too good at. She rose up, and moved her body, positioning herself over my cock, grinning impishly. With a sly smile, she slipped it into her amazingly tight ass. Unable to hold back, I came the moment I was inside her. She wasn’t finished with me though, and her firm ass kept my cock hard. She slowly worked her body up and down, and my seed provided some slipperiness as it coated inside her. She kept her body moving and writhing and her handful sized breasts jiggled enticingly. Soon, she was pounding away. "Hmm. I think we need to find you a pretty frock. That skirt, blouse and jacket are very Marion but not quite Marianne. Come with me."Marion's clothes were of the best quality and could be described as timeless insomuch that they wouldn't be out of place in the nineteen-thirties, or forties, or even the fifties. Without waiting for an answer Sylvie strode off towards the front of the premises. Marion followed at a run, protesting as she did so that she didn't need a new frock. She arrived in. We must be getting back. My children will be returning homefrom school and I don't want to be late getting home to greet them as they get off the school bus. We began our cycling back to the park. It took about fifteen minutesbefore we began to talk again. I am sure the fact of our embrace and passionate kissing played heavy on our minds. Our conversations returned after we met another couple riding in the opposite direction and bidding them a friendly hello. After that we talked as nothing had.