“Each little donation went towards the costs of maintaining the garden that a small group of dedicated people incurred,” Sam finished.“But over ...he last nine or ten years, Tammy would come up here to pick the wild grown vegetables and secretively watch, unseen, whatever was going on in the amphitheatre below,” Sam added.“This voyeuristic fascination was rewarded one day, about four or five years ago,” Sam explained, “As Tammy was up here collecting some vegetables when she heard some laughter. I asked her out, we dated, and waited until our honeymoon to have sex. Before we got married she confessed to having a pretty wild life. She didn't go into details at the time but it was clear she was not a virgin. I confessed that I wasn't either (which was true). I told her I still wanted to marry her and so we did. I graduated from school and landed a great job. Life went on pretty normally after that.Our sex life was pretty vanilla at first but I could tell she really liked to fuck. We. ”We hung up. I went back to my room to read until Sofia showed up. We took a bus into Göteborg for dinner. We had a fantastic time, as we always did when we were together. Once back in Hovås, as I walked her home, I asked her to go skating with me on Wednesday morning because I needed to get my gear and she agreed. We hugged goodnight, and I went back up the hill to the Jonsson’s.On Tuesday morning, I played a round of golf with Suzana. She spent most of the time berating me for not practicing. Between caring for a husband and two boys, which kept me busy enough, I jogged and exercised when I could squeeze in the time. I wasn't huge-breasted... there were many women I saw at the supermarket that were more well-endowed than I was. But I was still a respectable C cup and more than an eyeful for a youthful seventeen year old boy. "Yes, Ma'am... they are... gulp... very nice," he said, his voice quaking almost as much as he was. I looked down at him smiling. I noticed he was squirming.