Tim literally swept me off my feet. Sex was great during the courtship, every night a new position. I don't consider myself a sex maniac or a slut, bu... there is a little devil in me that likes to have fun, so Tim and I were a good match. Tim asked me to marry him six months after we met and we married a year later. After we were married sex was still exciting but Tim started working more and my career took off, leaving little time for each other. I guess it was during our third year that things. We would typically meet once a month depending on availability in his flat in SW London mainly on a Sunday morning to maintain discretion. My buddy was in his early 50's and at the time I was in my mid 20's. I felt from my end from the off this would be a good fit as someone older is typically more reliable. He was white British and I am British Indian background, this wasn't an issue and actually it was a turn on for both of us from an interracial and age aspect.After replying to his ad. Tossing a few more small logs into the fireplace Allora stood waiting for her coffee, she looked at the gold plated candle sticks, the gold plated chafing dishes and sighed even the chandelier was gold and crystal with long tear drops of crystal hanging down by gold chains, the table and chairs were black lacquer, with a gold flowered material on the chairs. When the maid brought out her coffee it was in a black cup with a gold ring around the top, "I need to talk to the first mate" Allora said. Like before, I realized a couple of minutes into the drive where we were going. We stopped at the gate that led to the gun range. While we were waiting for Mr. Pope to open the gate, Grandfather broached what this whole afternoon was about.“So, what’s this shooting stance that I was told about?”“Just something that seemed to feel comfortable and worked.”“It’s not what I taught you though.”“No, it’s not. It’s actually a lot more comfortable and gives me better positive control over the.