Finally she was able to introduce Andrew. There were handshakes all round including the children.Andrew led them all round to the back garden, took dr...nks orders and then went in, accompanied by Nigel to get them."Decent drive down?" he asked."Not bad. An hour and twenty. There wasn't as much traffic as I expected." It may be a bit heavier on your way back with the holiday makers starting to come back from the West Country. Do you know this part of the world?" Reasonably well. Certainly the. For the past two weeks my wife and I have argued, cried, not spoken, no sex and for the most part fallen apart. I have been beside myself trying to figure out how to let her know that it was an accident and that she was everything to me. Nothing seemed to be working. My best friend's wedding was tomorrow and I did not know that I could handle it. I slept fitfully.Sometime in the night, I felt the bed shift. I thought my wife was just rolling over, but soon I could tell something was up. It was. Slap number three. Your cock starts to grow. Slaaap. Slap number four. ‘Thank you ma’am may I have another’ is all you can muster in measured breath as you are bracing in anticipation as these slaps are getting harder but no less enjoyable. Spaaank. Slap number five. ‘Oh, that last slap was too much, let me at her,’ you playfully scream. She reaches over and unleashes you from both handcuffs. You take your blindfold off and you welcome the sight of her naked beauty and your cock twitches. Fuck that, I’ve seen more weirdoes in Kanata than in the east end of Ottawa where I live. The creeps live in the suburbs, not the frigging hood! I decided to creep Roger Duchene on Facebook, and easily found his profile. I found out quite a bit about Roger, and it was very surprising. Roger is twenty two years old, a civil engineering student at Carleton University and he was born and raised in the City of Montreal, Quebec, but moved to the City of Ottawa for school. Oh, and Roger Duchene had a.