No sleep for me. The remainder of the Luckies went down that evening, with her perfume sometimes distinguishing itself from the cigarette smoke.The Bl...nde I mentioned earlier talked to her "for me" and she had found out she thought I was very sweet and somewhat amazing, odd in my own way. That's where our "saga" began, with some mediation from the Blonde. Weeks and weeks passed in relentless sex, with every session turning out to be different. The last time she let me have her was when we. I told her no. I told her that I had taken her advice and it gotten me as far as kissing her tits. Then Jane told me "Maybe you should try to fuck her mom. I was talking with her and she was complaining that Buford is not fucking her enough. She even mentioned your name--said your dad was the first guy to fuck her, maybe she ought to fuck you before you got Bonnie's cherry." You're kidding" I said."I'm not, you should try, what have you got to lose. If not her, a lot these older women in. I had always thought my spouse was the best thing that ever happened to me until he ran away with a pole dancer leaving me in the lurch with three children and bills that never seemed to have an end. I guess my judgment when it came to men especially spouses was sorely lacking in selective skills.After they left for their dinner party, I checked on the small child in the upstairs bedroom and was relieved to see it was completely out from what was hopefully and exhausting day and I prayed it. "Exactly. I've tried tying myself with clothes line but it wasn't very successful." Clothes line?" Angela laughed. "I think we can do better than that."Joanna looked at her curiously, so she elaborated."There's a shop on the outskirts of Aylesbury that sells everything you need. It's a sex shop but it has a back room that stocks all manner of bondage paraphernalia." A sex shop?" Joanna replied, aghast. "I don't think I'd ever have the nerve to go in one of those places. Aren't they filled with.