I do blame her, it really is all her fault, had I not met her I would no doubt still be happy in my non sexual marriage not having a clue that my body...wanted and demanded more and more attention. What can I say? Not a prude by any means I certainly didn't know what I had inside of me until she started to coyly tempt me to think differently, to think dirty. Not really her fault I suppose, she has just been the catalyst to looking at myself more honestly, so I must thank her for being the. She wouldn't slow down enough to let me say anything so I tore off a piece of her petticoat, twisted it into a fairly thick rope and tied it right to her mouth and around her head, effectively silencing her. Well, that made her madder than a beehive with a bear stealin honey and her thrashing picked up in speed and she ended up kicking me right in the left shin enough to cut into my leg and the blood staining my pants. I tore the entire bottom of her dress off leaving her in nothing but her. That just proved to me that they were as dumb as dirt. Either they should of lit a shuck gittin' away when their first try failed, or the should have at least moved to a new location where they would be harder to find. Since they didn't do either one, I figured that I had a pretty easy job ahead of me.I managed to work my way around behind them, and there they were, as obvious as a wart on a woman's nose. They were lying on the ground behind some trees and not keeping a lookout anywhere but in. ”The boys were excited, as well they should be. I was dressed in a tux and the boys each had a suit and tie on. I’d spent twenty minutes getting the little ties knotted. The three of us were escorting eight beautiful ladies to a gala opening tonight. I’d shown the boys pictures—fully clothed pictures, please—of all eight girls and let them choose which ones they wanted to escort. Each boy got two girls. Poor me. I’d be stuck with the other four.I wasn’t surprised that Lissa and Melody were the.