We enjoyed a close relationship with each other. Our three children were two years apart in age and were my reason for living. Jayden was the oldest t...en, Don and Kym was the youngest. All were very active in sports with all three in the local soccer leagues. None were outstanding in the sport but they all gave one hundred percent of their ability. My husband Ralph favorite sayings was ‘it isn’t if you win or lose but how you play the game’. Nobody could give more then there very best effort.A. Little spasms still rippling through her body, like aftershocks of an earthquake. She was vaguely aware of a liquid dripping onto her stomach and looked down to see his nose dripping blood from where she had hit him. He had grabbed the sheet, trying to stem the flow. A small look of triumph crossed her face. She had made him bleed. Never mind that she was tied to the bed, she had made her atatcker bleed. If the gag wasn’t stopping her mouth, she would have laughed. He turned to her and saw the. Her name was Martine and she was French. She wore discreet perfume and seemed so exotic and beautiful. Slightly dusky skinned (completely unlike my English pink and whiteness) and short hair, naturally curly to her shoulders. She was really beautiful. She had everything going for her, dark nearly black hair and soft brown eyes; I just fell in love with her. Again, looking back I'm surprised nobody said anything to me. The teachers you know. I just blushed and stuttered when I was around her.. I returned Marion's kiss, her breath heavy and scented through sleep, yet still enticing. My hands roved over her robe and caressed her figure as we indulged in our desire for each other, passion and caution warring with each other until throwing caution to the wind, I lifted Marion up to sit on the kitchen benchtop whilst her hands frantically undid my belt and dropped my jeans and underwear. I slid open her robe and my arms held her close whilst her nimble fingers guided my cock to her.