He leaned against the chair in front of my wife and she reached up and grabbed it and took it into her mouth and started working her oral magic on him...and before long said, "Fuck, that feels is great. FUCK you're good. I'm gonna cum pretty soon..." and I could see his cock twitching and filling the condom in my wife's mouth. As soon as he was done another guy about 40-45 was standing there with a $20 bill in his hands and his cock out and a condom on it already. The young k** left and the new. I dropped everything and was on my way as quickly as possible. I need not have rushed, I sat with Nicola for another ten hours; holding her hand or standing rubbing her back. Then things started to happen. Nicola got an extremely strong contraction which had her doubled over. I called a midwife in who soon ushered me out of the delivery room.Doctors and nurses were called and the room seemed to have a cast of thousands. A couple of hours later I was taken to the special care baby unit to see. Stooping over, she picked it up, wondering what is was. The thought came suddenly that her Dad must have left it there. She fought the urge to throw it away, and opened up the envelope. It contained several sheets of typed paper, about twenty to thirty. Sitting quietly by the edge of her bed, Lisa began to read her father's story.When she finished the last page, she let it fall onto the floor, with all the rest, as she gazed at them through the tears blinding her eyes. Her mind was filled with. For close to twenty years, Elisabeth Wilson had made the dresses for Harriet Carter and the uniforms for Sir Anthony. Her business expanded over the years and the move to London had brought her a large number of new customers. Yet Harriet Carter was still served by Miss Wilson herself.A number of dresses and skirt/blouse combinations were ordered for Ellen and Miss Wilson was in her element. Apprentices brought in bales of cloth in various colours and tones until Miss Wilson was satisfied that.