Marriage was an arrangement for dowries, that is property in one form or another. For kings and nobles, the dowry was most often a treaty, of tribute,...trade, or peace (in order to protect property). Their daughters were held as ransom, guarantees, under the pretense their parents cared what happened to them.This presented a problem for the aristocratic husband. Their wife could still well have loyalty to their father, mother, family, friends, or true lover. His bedmate may even have been. We talked mile after mile about this and that and everything and nothing. About his farm south of Minneapolis, about me studying engineering in night school, about neither of us having kids yet, destinations in Florida, about the wives’ jobs, CB tech-talk, and of course sports. Here was a guy who I had never seen and had talked to for a few hours and I felt like I had known him for years.Back in open country after shooting through Atlanta, Friendly Neighbor asked, "Rainmaker, the XYL is talking. I watch Amanda kiss her mother and then slide her lips down to her mother's tits. Amanda's moans are muffled by her mother's tits in her mouth. It appears she is taunting her mother ever so often slapping her in the face while saying "your just a whore too momma". "Now you’re no different than me" she says while pulling her tits out of her pink top and smearing them in her mother's face. Brianna is straddling her mother's lap and suddenly I hear a very distinct unmistakable sound for someone. Then I started to undo my shirt when Alex said "Hey.. Dan.. give me a hand." Dan went out into the main living area to find Alex stuck with getting his shirt off half over his head "How old are you" Dan joked going over and helping him. It was then my hand brushed his chest. I felt a little tingle as I pulled his shirt off. Then we kind of starred into each others eyes for a moment. Saying nothing. It felt a bit weird. Dan helped Alex with undoing his trousers and then left him to it, heading.