When Peter came on I told him, make sure my husband has an extra few pints, I'll make him a big dinner, that should put him napping for an hour or two... I want your fucking cock, and I need him asleep, the reply I got was, consider it done you fucking horny bitch, I didn't wait around, I got straight on with the dinner, a glass of wine didn't go astray either, I didn't go to too much bother dressing up for it, so I just wore a skirt, bra, ant top, no panties of course, I wanted to be able to get. In either hand he carried gifts, predictable gifts, he knew that but that didn’t faze him. Walking up the steps to the impressive Wentworth home, Fenton was picturing his arrival: the housekeeper would open the door, welcome him brightly, calling him Fenton as she would have been briefed. She’d take him to the drawing room where Paul would be standing by the fire, hands behind his back, smiling, partly obscuring someone dressed in a long white frilly dress… He thought fire? It’s summer dummy. On leaving the restaurant they suggested that we go back to their hotel room; they had some open bottles of wine to consume as they were flying home the next day. Our holiday was a package trip whereas Terry and June had booked their own flights and hotel. Their room was very big compared to ours and the balcony was wide enough to take a table and four chairs. For the next few hours we sat on their balcony talking and looking at the lights of the old town and harbour. At one point in the. I put some music on, make her a tequila sunrise (God, I’m so sophisticated), and start searching Netflix for something suitable. She breaks my concentration by sitting right next to me, thigh to thigh.“You’re very polite, aren’t you?” she says warmly.“Am I?”“Yes. Most guys would be sticking their hand down my knickers by now.”I kiss her on the cheek and say, “All in good time.” She involuntarily puts her hand in the back of her jeans to adjust her underwear. I think now that I can do anything I.