Felt protected. The outside world could be forgotten, all her being focused on the years of training to come.Now she was in that outside world.Exposed..."Good morning, Wendy."The tomboy was sitting on a bench next to Jack. They had sticks in their hands, the dirt between their bare feet full of random scratches. She was glad to see Jack here. There had been a moments fear when she had woken that he had escaped, that the spell only bound his magic and not his body. But, no, it seemed that, by. First, just a little background information for you. At the time of the story, my wife was 58 tall, 120 pounds, B cup bra size, long sexy legs and a great ass. She also has brown hair and blue eyes. I would classify my wife as athletic, but definitely not rippling with muscles. I was 6 feet tall, 165 pounds and also have an athletic build. For this story, I will give my wife the fictitious name of Joyce. My wife and I had been dating for over a year. Joyce was fairly quiet and reserved. I. You may argue that it was not my duty to assist the lady in her obdurate intentions. Her clandestine plan lacked any shred of moral underpinning, and she planned to make our lord and master into a common cuckold. That was undeniably a serious situation. But pause with me for a moment, to think what would happen if there was no heir. The land would return to the crown, and be awarded to some other family. The staff would lose their homes and livelihood. All would be lost, quite literally. I. I moved to her home at 10pm, aunti opened the door and I told her that I came for water. She invited me to the drawing room, there she was watching TV. She was sitting on the sofa with her last c***d. To my luck, the c***d started to cry, it felt hungry it seems. She asked to bring and lay her c***d on her lap. While I did that, I was eager to see her boobs naked was waiting...to my luck, as her one hand was wet and clumsy with food, she said to lift her pallu and remove lower hooks of her.