I love you." Do you really love me, Grace?" he asked and then before she could answer said, "I know our marriage was arranged and I know you did it fo... the good of our families. I am forever grateful for that." That is true and I have thought about all the things I missed, including the deep love that I read about. But that has all changed since we have been here. I see things differently now. I do love you." Grace, I know you are a highly sexual woman and I know I have not always been a loving. .. aggressive is probably the word I want. She initiated our intimacies at least as often as I did, and she was almost always responsive to my overtures. Sometimes I would simply touch her on the shoulder and she would turn around into my arms saying ‘Do me!’ She never objected to graphic language when we were in the throes of passion, which is something that I really enjoyed, especially when she used it.“She was also adventurous. There was no sexual position that she objected to, and she made. She looked incredible.“Oh Kimberley, you fucking lovely busty slut,” I told her, looking right in her eyes as I did so.She grinned back up at me, blowing me a kiss.“Such a sexy young girl,” I continued, pumping away in between her massive melons, “You got such a stunning ass, lovely tight cunt, and such fucking great big fucking young firm tits. I love them.”My cock was completely enveloped in her wonderful tit flesh. The head of my cock popped in and out of the top of her huge cleavage as I. Maybe if she believes I really am me and not Mr. Smith she can convince the people with her they made a mistake. Mr. Smith wasn’t anywhere around here.I moved over her so I was straddling her legs with only the inside of my bare knees touching her. As soon as they made contact I felt lots of different energies getting converted by my shield and being pushed into her. She worked most of the towel up underneath her stomach so she started to inch herself out. To keep the metal piece from touching.