We soon fell in love. It’s not that hot burning love I have with John, but it’s love none the less and it is special. Michael’s situation is sim...lar to mine. He is still in love with his wife and doesn’t want to give her up. I didn’t want to let John go either, but the choice is no longer mine. John is gone now, never to return.When we married, John promised before our family, friends and God that as long as I was his, he would love me and no other. He reinforced that promise every day by. I would take my milf tie face down an spank her, attempting to stretch her more in both holes i would open the window an have people help insert roughly small things to increasingly bigger objects just a bigger version.. I would get around to her mouth an get head while anyone willing or rewarded would plunge her pussy wigh objects. She like the hands an little bats turned to soft ball bats an small end of bottles turned to big ends. The maid an her husband were both russians they had the room. The hem of her dress flying open. The breeze caressing her wide open legs, wreaking havoc on her ability to remember the words. She did not much care, as it turns out. It was not just the summer breeze. She suddenly noticed that the swing was rubbing her ass in such a way that her breath caught. The blue sky and the sun added to her overall sense of feeling good and right. Without quite realizing it she shifted in the swing so that her breath came up short again. And again. There was some part. If just one person you knew walked in on you whilst you enjoyed that thought... it didn't bare thinking.You walk over to a directory on one of the many pedestals in the room. Flicking from back to front, it's almost like the book is being created, reduced, revised, rewritten and recreated. The contents must be a good place to start.It asks, "Live the life of which Princess?"Flicking through the contents, you see what's currently on.