I self-consciously wondered whether there was something wrong, glanced down at my jeans and patted my bottom, but everything seemed to be as it should...and so I walked on, pulling up the collar against the drizzle, already forgetting about her.I left work early to go to the market and shop for groceries and then I treated myself to a long shower until the water turned cold. I even took my time to shave my legs and armpits before I put on my most comfy clothes and went to the kitchen to cook. I'm. .. I shouldn't... I want to... I can't... It'sokay.... Ugh! How do girls deal with this?"Sam stopped and looked up at the ceiling. "Hmmm." What is it?" I just remembered something else. Remember when I told you aboutBrent's tattoo and the girl who was hanging on his arm that night. Ijust realized, as I was telling you the story I was actually picturingmyself hanging on his arm, running my fingers over his tattoo. Weirdisn't it? These extreme thoughts keep jumping into my mind every now. What am I to do? Madame deLong to her child, Christine, of course, I know it that is where your older brother came from the lords father fucked me on my wedding night and nine months later your brother was born. Your father could not do anything about it. It is a terrible rule that the Lord goes first. It was removed many years ago but Lord Coucys father reinstated it and he has continued it. But John wont marry if I am not a virgin! Mother replies, Honey, John is a peasant like us and he cant. She just stared back her eyes pitiful but compliant.The doc was delighted with his captured beauty. Tall, long firm legs, with an hourglass figure. And those hard full tits pointing out like twin domes. Her hair hung around her fine neck, cute nose still upturned reminding him of the arrogant manner in which he'd first met her. But now she didn't speak her white teeth hidden under quivering full lips."Good, good my dear you now understand don't you. I can do what I want to you now and its best.