.., don't do that. You'll give me a heart attack, I'll be dead before your Mother gets here". A wet tongue and that same low growl convinced me Diane ...as happy. I drove the rest of the way with her running in front. Yes, I was happy as well.By the time I had parked the car and got our bags Diane was in her second natural state, naked, sitting on the front step and smiling. "It's beautiful, so big and so much space out back, is it all just for you?. Mother will love it, we can make this our. What she once inwardly rebelled against, housework, had now becomeroutine for her. She loved doing little things like ironing hisshirts, baking special treats for him, giving him massages, cuttinghis hair. In fact she loved doing everything that a wife does for aman. She watched him returning carrying the drinks and once againcould not believe how good he looked. He was a year younger at 69,but could easily have passed for a man in his fifties. The grey hairoiled straight back and the. He turned to the principal. "I wonder, could I just take a quicklook outside and see if there's anywhere..." "Certainly," Mrs. Frostrup replied, "I'll just give you a quick tourof the courtyard."She turned back towards Harry. "It'd probably be easier if youwaited here," she said. "We shouldn't be more than ten minutes."As they left, Harry glanced around the room.He'd never been in the principle's office before, and felt slightlyuncomfortable about suddenly being left alone in it.He sat down on. The sight of her standing there, vulnerable and anxious, was so tempting that I almost forewent the lesson in favor of just fucking her brains out. I steeled myself, however, and after briefly caressing her, told her to get her history book and follow me, which she did, anxiety and apprehension clear on her face.I kept her behind me as we entered the downstairs room so that I could turn around to see the expression on her face when she saw the apparatus I had built. I had expected shock; I saw.