The Stanworth estate was owned by a collector of items thought of as rare, different, and plainly weird. Mrs. Arthur Stanworth had recently passed awa..., but just after the nightly news noted to her having married twenty times during her life.The collection became even stranger as with each marriage attained, she found as added an additional chair to her collection. Chairs, twenty in all, each being as overstuffed, covered in animal skins, some as common hides and others as of rarely hunted. "Glancing around, my gaze settled back on the fucking prude who'd been lusting over my nip-slip. She sat so prim and proper in her knee length denim skirt and white blouse. Her legs were crossed at her ankles and the top foot waved her Gucci pump back and forth like she couldn't wait to get out of here. If she was going to buy expensive shit like that, she should at least get a pair with a fucking heel on it. Bitch might as well have been wearing sneakers.She had her arms folded under her tiny. They clinked their glasses together and A eased back into his chair as the 2 beautiful women in front of him relaxed on the sofa, C leant back into one corner and invited K to sit next to her, K slid across and was instructed to place her feet on the coffee table, giving A a perfect view up her skirt, the view was sublime, here was his wife with her legs slightly apart , revealing her stocking clad thighs, a small area of flesh and her knickers, which were visibly 2 distinctive shades from the. Once I was outside I breathed in the cool air and rubbed my hands up and down my arms. Matt followed me outside "are you, OK?" he asked with concern. As I stared deeply into his eyes I forgot all about my cheating husband and smiled up at him. I pushed him back against the building's wall and kissed him full on the lips, my hands cupping his face. Matt was taken back by surprise but it didn't take him long to kiss me back with hunger for passion. He turned me around so I was against the wall.