“She said you’ve got a big one,” was her reply, giggling a bit more.“And I suppose you want a look as well, do you?”Julie smiled, and gave a...shrug of her shoulders that meant yes!“Well go on then, if you must,” making it sound inevitable that she should do it.Julie stepped forward and pulled the duvet off me. Then taking hold of the waistband of my shorts on either side pulled them slowly down. I lifted my bum up to assist her.“It’s not that long” Julie sounded disappointed. Of course by now my. You could see a slight camel toe on the front and her arse crack on the back. Abby quickly dropped the crown onto her wig and pushed the skirts down with both hands and blushed with embarrassment but also laughed.She and Clive who was with her, dressed in a suit as the man, Richard Sherman, from the same film, were awarded a bottle of French Champagne as a prize. He popped open the bottle and they each had wine glass full of the marvellous bubbly. In between drinking, they got up and danced. " Nonsense. It's just you and me and just like it'll be when we're married. I shan't be producing separate bowls of spuds and greens, and gravy in fancy sauce boats."Mark smiled. "Why do I love you so much?" he asked."Because I'm down to earth." That's one reason." Are there more?" she asked coquettishly."Ooh yes but I can't mention them in female company."Victoria dissolved in laughter. "That's one of the reasons I love you," she said. "You make me laugh." So there are others?" Oh yes, but I. Anderson hated surprises and she had done that only once and it hadn’t been worth the aggravation. Anderson had given her a lecture about his privacy and the need for his own space. It felt like he was delivering a speech to his students. Marnie grinned; he’d been almost like a father telling off an errant child. As she drained her glass of wine, Marnie thought again about the last time they’d fucked. Anderson had really surpassed himself and now she lay back on the bed, ready to have a little.