Do you want me to make love?" Yes, Sharon, I do want you but I think you ought to get back to your daughter." Yes, Sir, but I'll stay if you want me."...I do want you, my pet, but your daughter has the greater need. Now what was the trouble earlier?" Oh, Sir! I weren't myself an' I went an' knocked over the vase in the sittin' room an' broke it."Richard knew exactly which vase she meant. It was neither particularly valuable or pretty: a utility vase. He debated swiftly how to react. He needed to. . He says, and I am beginning to realize, that it is helping us to revive the sexier relationship that we enjoyed in our earlier years of marriage. However, most of his fantasies relate to the lifestyle in India where we visit quite often. One of his fantasies is to see me exhibiting and getting fondled in a train or bus journey especially while we are visiting my extended family in Mumbai, India . Another one is to get seduced by a stranger or get involved in horny acts with a door to door. Damned if she didn't initiate me into the mysteries, and with none of the nonsense the girls stateside used to insist on. Got right to the point. And whatever else the missionaries taught her, it didn't include the missionary position. From behind I took her that first time, with my right hand across her breast, rubbing her nipple, and my left grabbing on to her hip, so her bucking ass didn't knock me out of her. I still remember her cheeks pounding back against my groin. That was even sweeter. ”“And an ice breaker won’t?”Angus smirked, “It’s probably another project my aunt jumped into. You know how she is.” Angus had long ago given up on trying to stop his aunt from ensuring we had, what she called, ‘proper travel accommodations’ – everything from a luxury jet that was the envy of several Arab billionaires to Sugar, the £10.5 million recreational vehicle. “It is sounds like it will be a while before you can start your doctorate studies anyway.” He shuffled the pages in his hand.