I started to eat. It's nearly as bad as you would think. It tasted like those cans of soup you get for a dollar at the store. My wife sat down to eat....I tried to finish my food but Oliver had other ideas and pushed me out of the way. My wife laughed and said, "Guess you will eat faster next time won't you?" So I just got a drink, went over and laid down next to her chair. She ignored me and ate. When Sara finished eating, she watched TV for a while longer. Then she walked into the bedroom. I. Was there cut glass on the top? Any sign of wire? She thought she could see something but could not easily see the top of the wall. She walked further away, would she be able to see the top of the wall from further away?She walked into the middle of the front lawn. Then she turned back to survey the wall.'Christ!''Oh Bloody Christ!'She swore. She looked with horror. There was a tree on the other side of the wall. A big tree, and it was clear even to Leasa that the tree was as good as a door. ’ ‘Yeah, I can see that happening. I think Marty wants into your knickers and I doubt anything will stop him trying.’ ‘Why do you always think the worst of people? Kirsty and Marty just asked. You’ve… we’ve said no so I doubt the subject will ever come up again.’ Well, I won’t go into the rest of the verbal exchange we had that evening. I think from what I’ve told you already that you can imagine how it went. Needless to say the sex between us was over for that night and there was a bit of an. No doubt due to sitting against a hot radiator all day, no amount of mixing would thicken it up. Then a lovely kinky thought struck, I would have to add an extra ingredient to thicken it up a bit. Being into natural cosmetics it gave me the best excuse to 'improvise'.....I padded as demurely as I could to the kitchen in that side tie bikini and selected two of the least ripe bananas I had. Heading back to the dressing table I picked up a towel on the way. Placing the towel on the dressing.