I went for as many times as they’d let me get my eggs extracted. They’re now all in safe storage.”That was more information than I ever expected... We didn’t speak after that until we got to her place.I pulled into her driveway and asked, “Does Courtney know about you freezing your eggs?”“No she doesn’t. I’m waiting for the right time to tell her. Maybe when I’m Eighty or I’m on my deathbed. Maybe I should have some of my eggs brought out of deep freeze. Since it’s unlikely I’ll be getting any. Anyway, after a life with Elizabeth I don’t think he’d want me. I certainly don’t measure up to her.”“I think you’re so wrong,” said Ellen with a smile. “I think he will want you and you’re fooling yourself. But moving on – so you’re here to get the house at Grange ready?” Ellen asked, changing the subject with some excitement.“Get it ready?” asked a puzzled Claire.“For Christmas!” Ellen’s face then dropped. “Oh. They haven’t said anything to you yet?”“Ellen!” Claire reproved her. “Explain!. I could sense the lack of inhibitions, the inebriation and the excitement of the men who thought they would bring home a mate for the night. I breathed deep the potent scent of alcohol, smoke and sexual excitement, knowing in my forever still heart that tonight would be a success. Making my way to the entrance of the bar I was soon to occupy, I ran one hand through my wind-blown, raven hair once and adjusted my corset simultaneously. My skin-tight black denim needed no correcting. I knew that I. I pushed my bottom back at him and his tongue forced it's way into my anus,"Oh God David" I moaned just as my husband shouted up that he was going to get some more compost from the garden centre."Do you want to come?" No you go on, I've got things to do here" Things like stepping out of my panties" I added softly and did so as his van pulled out onto the lane."Oooh yes" I sighed and opened my legs even wider as the swollen dome of his prick slid easily into my clutching anus, I opened my blouse.