You need to meet her." Why?" She's beautiful and intelligent. Most importantly, she has the heart and soul of a concubine."We talked a bit more before...we disconnected. I thought about this woman I'd never met, and women in general and relationships, personal, family, and otherwise.Mine was not a normal family, if normal means having a husband and wife who live together and raise their children. My grandfather, "Big Mike" Price, was married and divorced seven times. To Granddad, marriage was an. (Never been inside one figured it was a good place to hide until my dick went down or so I though!")I entered the hall inside it was dark stepped to the corner to let my eyes adjust. There was a change machine put a couple dollars in the machine. The booths were wooden sliding doors with the covers of a super 8 that was showing inside the booth. On the top of the booths, they had red and green lights. Several were red and couple green. One switched to red and a guy stepped out he walked quickly. There was no point heading for the Deben; I wasn't going to cross the bar (the shallow area at the mouth of the estuary) until the half-flood, which would be about 8pm. We could put in to the "halfpenny pier" (or, if you like, the "ha'penny pier") and spend a few hours in Harwich, or we could head for Lowestoft. I decided to go for Harwich. We could do with some fresh food, whichever destination we headed for. So we headed up the Stour, with the motor rather than fighting both current and wind,. Vacation time for us was always our little sexual escape from the mundane routine. I would often sport a speedo on the beach showing off the bulge while she would always pack a thong bikini. Items that we would never sport in our native region because of the taboo made by local society. We took care of ourselves and liked to show off a little, presenting my bulge and her ass to the public on vacations always got us worked up. What I didn't realize is that my wife also had some hidden motive.