He didn’t seem sober, but obviously not drunk enough to lose motor function. As I was Blocking the light from the other rooms, he turned to look at ...e, Lisa quickly scrambling into the corner of her bed away from him, raising her knees up, wide eyed as she watched us. He moved towards me, a grin on his face. He probably thought I was just another man, thinking himself the noble hero here to claim the girl by proving his worth. He had too much confidence in the way he approached, walking with. I sat near her at lunch today and listened in to her thoughts. She'd a notepad alongside her and was working out menus at first this puzzled me but then it became clear that her mistress was spending the weekend with her and I had images of a pink bedroom with lace curtains and the pair of them cuddling between the sheets.Kathleen is getting on well and Rowlandson still seems to be co-operating and not trying to hassle her. She came to dinner with Sarah and me last Sunday and this brought. He couldn't take anymore. Watching his voluptuous young wife fucking her cunt wantonly down onto Keele's thick, wetly glistening cock felt in his mind as if she had swallowed up his own that had grown into a aching hardness... except that he wasn't getting any of the benefits from it. Suddenly, he began tearing at his clothes, while Maggie Keele slowly knelt before him, sitting back on her heels, watching in excited anticipation as he angrily shed his things, her eyes locking on the long, thick. Fuck it, he never took her out and treats her like shit, but she see's right thru his male ego tough guy shit..... and I couldn't ever figure out why, me, mr. Nice Guy, always being a gentleman, always ended up with these self absorbed bitches who would choke on the words "thank you" or "I love you" or even "good morning... Seemed all wrong to me. Back to her......Irish babe generously gifted witha body like a used Cadilac... don't get me wrong, I mean a real beauty, but her personality made it.