Reading is heavy, but that’s to be expected,’ she stated, pacing left to right. ‘Works range from novels by Flaubert, plays by Chekhov, poems by...Wordsworth, critical essays by…’ She went on talking, but I didn’t pay much attention to her words as much as I did to her movements, her curls of hair, those luscious lips forming blank words, and her beautiful figure. I don’t know when it began, but as I stared at the gorgeous professor—my eyes fixed on her every movement—I imagined us engaged in a. From that, I took it that my mother was telling me monthly sex with my husband was all the marriage needed. Your grandfather said nothing to try changing my mind.”Gran looked up at me expectantly but I did not know what to say. I decided a simple nod of my head was appropriate.“So for almost forty five years, I have been locked into a marriage with the man I love. I love him with all my heart. But I have never loved him with my body.”A careful nod, this time.I never knew how to love him with my. And just like that, the two girls who had come dressed as twins were asking if they could sit with me.The twin fetish always struck me as a bit creepy, but Lucille and Lisa looked nothing alike. Lucille was about five ten, and had a lean athletic body, with lovely small breasts and sharp features. Lisa was maybe five foot six, though she made up for the difference with some very tall heals. She had a very curvy body, with a gorgeous round ass and nice handful sized breasts. On these two the. He managed to get a place at a small farmstead on the far edge of town, not well paid but it had a rough old cottage, the last ploughman had died, so it was furnished after a fashion and that was all free, so mostly from desperation we took it. We were fairly happy but, very hard up. To make ends meet I ended up sleeping with the farmer, he was a bachelor, and he begged Sid to share me, paying me in cash for the privilege. That one time, led to me sleeping with him regularly, Sid hated sharing.