I, as is usually the case, continue to live with their mother in our small provincial town. His father moved to Moscow where he excelled in business a...d married a young teacher 27 years (as I have heard from talking mom and grandmother - "found a young metropolitan slut"). After high school, it's time to choose - or work in the town's only factory - Ball bearing, where his father worked for me 10 years, or go to the capital to receive a prestigious education. Actually, the deal is not. The girl decided that she was so important now, that no one could interfere with her. Catherine of Aragon was a cold, unfeeling woman, but she was anything but stupid. The queen had become suspicious very soon after Samantha’s arrival. She had watched the new noblewoman carefully, and had seen that the girl was spending way too much time with her husband. Catherine had no doubts about what was going on. Frankly, for herself she didn’t care. If having Samantha around meant that Henry did not. "Yeah, that will do it, but he's got to over come that fear. He's good in the field but a bat he needs couching." "Would you help him?" she asked with pleading in her eyes. "Well, I'll try (thinking it get me close to her more)," "Oh thank you Tod!" with a kiss on the cheek."Ma, can I go over to Billy Winston's for awhile?" "Well, if Mrs. Winston has no problem with it neither do I; but behave and call when you need picking up. I do not want you walking home." Yes ma," in the typical in one. Natalie obviously had no clue as to my true intentions. She only saw the polite, courteous, high achieving college guy I was. Kind and generous. Witty. Funny. Caring towards others. And most importantly towards her. This was all true. And yet it did not tell the whole story. As we sat together on the couch watching TV, smiling, cuddling, and chatting inane nonsense, all I could think of was how badly I wanted to fuck Natalie in her ass. To spread her ass cheeks wide open, as wide as they would.