Stuart, who had accompanied Sturt in 1844, explored the country west and north-west of Lake Torrens.“Isn’t that interesting!” Sam remarked.“Wh...t?”“My distant relatives were here!”“You’re joking!”“No. You’ve met Rachel, my grandmother.”“Yes?”“Well, her dad is Charles Stuart Eyre, he’s Gordy’s age. And his great-grandfather was John Stuart. I know there’s a relation to Eyre, but I’m not clear on that. He had four sons.”“Wow! My husband comes of a distinguished lineage!”“Don’t be snarky.”Tessa. She told me that she will tell me about it when we get back. it was the longest 3 hours i ever had. i wanted to know what really happen in the house. Finally the bbq ended and we went back to the car. I ask my wife what happen and she told me that she will tell me everything when we reach home. Again, i felt it was the longest 15 minutes drive i have expereinced. We are back in the room and my wife smiled at me and ask me if im mad about anything. I said no. but i want to know what happen. she. Why, it either of them too a notion they could be slipping their nasty tongues into her mouth and using them to make her feel all soft and feminine down deep inside where her womanhood was coiled like a snake waiting for that signal that one of those special moments was fast approaching and she had to take it no matter how much she didn’t want it for one reason or another that made no difference to a hard cock and her wet panties occupying the same space at the exact same moment in time.Mike in. I had laptop too so we start with a movie n had energy capsules .n then slowly i kept on undressing her n started knocking her slowly while watching the movie . She tried lots of dress there , like schoolgirl dress , n i told her to dance , it was funny seeing that fat ass dancing in a skirt , as i get excited , i used to attack her tear her clothes and fuck her . We fucked all around boutique whole night .we kept on fucking until morning .in morning when we got home i dragged her to my room ,.