"My father was Scottish," I said. "But he married my mother and came to live in Marchester. Sadly he died not long after I was born. But I have visite... my Scottish relatives a few times."They expressed regret at the loss of my Father and Helen went on to tell us that she had married a Scottish farmer and that she had lived in Scotland for most of her adult life. However when they had retired from the farm she and her husband had come down to live as they had no children of their own and they. Her muffled cries were becoming more pronounced, more urgent as he brought her closer and closer to climax. His thumb stroked her engorged clitoris and she shook violently. I watched her legs tremble and her toes curl, the moisture around his fingers increasing until she eventually released his cock from between her lips and howled out her orgasm at the top of her voice."I don't normally worry about her cumming." Mike said as he slowly stroked his cock. Mona was breathing hard as she lay. At the beginning I occasionally dropped my boss's cup and the coffee poured on floor, but luckily the cup survived. After this some guy stepped on my toe and caused me much pain, I bent to touch it and suddenly had a feeling like my butthole was cut by the string of thong. Later my boss was very angry all the day, I was nervous too, but only I knew the reason for this. When I finally got home after a long day, another surprise waited for me. My wife was sitting on our bed with a bathrobe on. If she mentioned it to anyone, I'd be unbearably humiliated and unable to offer any explanation for my behaviour. Thankfully, not a word was said by her to a single soul though the possibility of her spilling the beans was always hanging over me. I just let it flow and hoped things would pan out, putting any doubts to the back of my mind. Emilia would show off her feet every day, and I would get to look at them once again. That was the unspoken agreement between us, and I relished every.