She was a Lady and quite possibly the finest fuck he had ever been about to experience - he forced himself to exercise patience. When the carriage hal...ed he looked out at the large, fine mansion house and felt his own greatness growing with his erection - here was his chance to really further himself, a wealthy lady would be a fine catch...he kept his own family secret, as secret as their location...he was sure he could manage another wife if it would serve his purpose, and she was so. He seemed pretty thrilled.It was true, I was turning into a sex-hungry wife and mother with this new open-living arrangement. What a change from the way I was brought up. And I was loving it, every second.We each had chores to do around the house and as I was putting laundry in the machine, Steve came up behind me and spread my legs and pushed in from behind. It was easy as he just slid in on the cum his son had left in me about forty minutes earlier."Mmm, hon, this is making your old hubby as. ” I shrugged. “If I’d written a different number you would have asked why I chose that one. It’s just random.”“Very good. And this picture of a cat, why did you draw that?”“I just like cats.”“You didn’t feel any unusual urge to draw a cat?” Yung asked, peering at me curiously.“No…? I didn’t even realise it was going to be a cat until I was halfway through doodling.”What was this guy getting at? Why was he so interested in my ugly scrawling on the wall? Funnily enough, I usually had really nice. I can sit at that window for hours just gazing down at all the fights and general drunken goings-on. Better than tv. Ive lived 30 years in Scotland (almost 31) and – although I dont have a nationalistic bone in my body – I guess I kind of like the place. Especially Edinburgh. Embra. I know that Edinburgh folk have this reputation for being all cold and antisocial/ maybes even a wee bit snobby (*Aw furcoats and nae knickers* as my Uncle John in Glasgow puts it) but theres still something about.