Her brown hair was pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck and a pair of reading glasses rested on her nose. A pair of sensible flat shoes finished ...ff her attire. She appeared much older than her years. Marian – Marian the librarian. What a cruel hand she had been dealt when her parents named her that. They were an older couple who never thought they would be blessed with children. Marian came into their lives when they were in their mid-fifties. She was only five when her father died that. She watched Chrisclose in, infringing on her personal space a little more with every cute remarkuntil he was right in front of her. Chloe didn't give him any signs that shewasn't impressed; she was too amused by his behaviour. Oh, let him make a foolof himself, she thought with a smile. Tease him a little. Couldn't hurtbringing the self-obsessed idiot down a peg or two, right? Eventually,Chris was so close he could smell her sweet breath. Close enough to kiss her,and so kiss her he did. Chloe. "We finished mopping our trenchers, emptied our tankards and adjourned to a comfortable room above stairs. It took us very little time to get rid of our clothes and get under the quilts. She had a small but lovely body. She hugged me and kissed me, she thanked me and praised me, and then she swived me until I thought my spine would come apart. Ginny may have exhausted me as fully from time to time but seldom in one continuous, unceasing and determined romp."That was grand," she sighed,. " Oh yeaaa, I'll never get tired of that sexy." Good."Sitting down at the table with Beth on one side of me and Clare on the other side of me, "I hope this isn't to much on you mom doing all of the cooking on Fridays like this?" Clare asked."As of right now it's not." How about starting next week we just eat out before we come home?" I asked."We can, but what do I do till the two of you get off of work?" How about you go get a manicure or some shopping for yourself?" I answered."Now that's.