Susan had sold her jewellery and the only other thing that had any value, a painting by some Scottish artist. The picture had been almost sepia in col...ur and lurking in the almost, uniform brownness, were Angus cattle on a hillside. We hated it, but had kept it because it belonged to her Grandmother and had been handed down via her Mother. My stamps went quite early, back in the days of James still being just sickly, right at the start of trying to find the cause of his seemingly constant. When Mary questioned the need, Steph replied with that during this exam she'd be needing to make some delicate measurements, she couldn't afford to have Mary move around too much and spoil the readings.Somewhat mollified, Mary settled down, and with a start realised that somehow, being held helpless like this was a little scary, but also a little sexy. She realised that she was like a helpless princess awaiting the attentions of a prince to awaken her.She blushed, deeper this time as she. I knew that if I didn't my scream would wake up my husband and we would be caught. I let loose as Bart slammed in and out. We came at the same time.I felt his cock throbbing and flexing in my ass, I squeezed my ass hard to clamp hold of his cock. Wanting him to know how much I loved it. When we finely finished my head was spinning as if I were dizzy. I felt him pull back and I heard the plop as his cock came out. He stepped back and I stood up letting the back of my robe drop. I turned around. .. I don’t know ... like this before. At least, I don’t remember feeling like this. I’ve loved every minute. I wanted to know how much longer I had, because...”She paused for a minute, almost like she was working to remove some kind of mental block or reorganize her thoughts. When she spoke again, her words tumbled from her in a tidal wave.“Because of we, or you, or ... there are all these plans for Next Steps, like the new center opening. I definitely want to be there for that, ‘cause I was.