On my bed I laid out my fancy underthings, complete with a lacy bodice, a matching black garter belt and stockings, and a tiny pair of silky panties: ...he likes of which I hadn't worn in ages. My evening gown was hanging from the closet door, and I was ready to commence my usual dressing ritual. As I had done while in the bathroom, I positioned myself in such a way that my back was toward the partially open door, but with the mirror in front of me, I could take an occasional peek to see if. She is my reason to leave home, my mission in life.” He glared at them and went on, “I am going to Fairham’s Cove and I will learn from the men that my parents worked with. I will learn and become a warrior that will be a living legend to save my family from the evil that woman represents.” This time as he looked at them, he could see he was getting through to them. After taking a few slow deep breaths to calm himself, “In the morning, we have driving lessons for heavy loads and teams of horses. I had the usual stash of magazines that I wanked over most days. For some unknown reason I also got turned on by the fashions of the day, women in long skirts and rounded collar blouses with platform sole shoes and boots. As it was the seventies men's fashions were similar and my Mother had bought me a new "Sunday Best" outfit consisting of a green rounded collar shirt, black wide flared trousers and a a pair of black platform Chelsea boots. I pretended not to really like them, and I tended to. Finally I dribbled some special sauce into her lovely bun and rolled off for more attacking from my wives. Nadira then took up my flagging staff and made it hard again and insisted that I give her a good pounding as she had been a bad girl and not let Bertet come but twice while she ate her pussy. I gave her, her punishment, but I’m not sure who punished who on that score. I had been diddling Pauloa’s pussy as I pounded Nadira’s and she soon replaced a very sleepy, but satisfied Nadira.Pauloa.