Me she laughingly refers to as a “train mad mother-fucking no hoper,” as during the summer months, I still drive on the light railway, and work on...the track of the little line in the winter! I`ve had girlfriends, but none as good in the sex department as mum or Reb, so I am still, happy at home, and as my mother says; “playing trains” though laying track on a windy winters day on the open marsh I must say is not my idea of playing. Anyway, that’s by the by, mum is still active she has the. Sorrow would eventually win. Tears would flow. "But not now," she silently prayed.She tried with all her might to bring back the strongest and happiest moments with her lover. Her partner in life. The father of the one in her belly. The magnificently wonderful husband of hers ... Bob.But to no avail.She knew the time was very near and her body would release her sadness. She could feel it coming. Welling up inside of her. As it approached she dreaded the moment. She had never felt so sad in all. "Blond." Eyes?" Blue. Are you looking for a new man, Little Bit?" Not yet," said Victoria with a smile. "But it sounds as though he was quite good looking." I suppose," said David, "but personally I didn't take to him. He struck me as one of those slick fellows: all good looks, charm and bonhomie but I wouldn't trust him."Victoria looked at Mark but got no reaction from him.Two days later Victoria received a letter with two photographs. They were both of her and Toby. In the first Victoria was. "I practically had to restrain myself from jumping up and doing a victory dance or something equally as stupid. But those words were magic to my ears. Not wanting to lose the momentum for fear of my wife getting cold feet, I immediately pressed on. "Do you want these experiences to continue, Slut?"A small nod of the head followed by a quiet, "Yes, sir." Good. Then you will be required to follow my instructions to the letter from now on. Things will happen when I want them to happen - not you..