But it can be hard work. Cold, wet and sometimes dirty.”“I really want that. To try it, anyway.”Easter came and went, and I was out with Reperto... over the Easter weekend, leaving Becca at home. She knew that she could retreat to the Rectory if she needed, but she was determined. “This is my home, now, with you, and I need to be a wife.”During Easter week, we had some day-sails, and Becca came too as Third Hand. She had little idea, of course, at first, but soon picked up the rudiments as she. Who would want to?She didn't get it. She especially didn't understand why Roger wanted to see her fucked by another man. It wasn't a cuckold fantasy in the true sense although some of his motivation was the humiliation and inadequacy he knew he would experience seeing a bigger and harder cock penetrating her tiny and tight pussy. Rather, his biggest thrill seeing his wife fucked by another man was self pride and her pleasure. He loved that other men ogled his wife who often dressed. Those blue eyes could likely bore holes in you if he got angry, Sam observed."I'm doing a story about range wars and feuds in the old west sir," Sam replied. "Mostly in the middle to late 1800s. One of the range wars I've done research on is the Pleasant Valley War in Arizona. I know you were involved and hoped you would tell me about it" Not much to tell sonny. I was only "involved" as you say for about a week." But Mr. Lowell, you were actually there. As far as I can tell, you're the only. "Mike came out of his bedroom, dressed in a white suit, with a string tie, wide-brimmed felt hat and pencil mustache. "What's this? Riverboat gambler?" Mark asked."Hush yo' mouf'" Mike said. "Ah'm Rhett Butler, come to take Miss Scarlet to the party." He smiled and went on, "I mean, with that Scarlett O'Hara outfit, what else could I do?" You make a nice pair, even if you two don't look like Clark Gable and Vivian Leigh," Jackie said.Mike reached in his pocket and pulled out an old-fashioned.