It looked somewhat spooky, and he couldn't help but thinking of all the story's he'd heard about the woods. About how the spirits and goblins ran arou...d in there, tormenting any mortal who was fool enough to enter. Without thinking about it, Justin muttered a quick prayer, wondering how the woodcutter could even stand to be around that place much less enter it every day. "I ain't no coward," Justin muttered to himself, trying to gather his courage to enter the woods. Finally he just grimaced. She speaks in a quiet but friendly, Mancunian tone, “I’m Jenny Jackson ... I’m 44-year-old, and I’m about to take a journey to ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’!” She laughs nervously at the idea.We cut to a picture of her in her prime – on Page 3 – she doesn’t have the biggest boobs but they are perfectly shaped, and she has the cutest smile – then mix through to a wider shot of her now, her face softer, dressed in a figure hiding sweater, sitting forward on a stool in our studio and talking direct. " He, too, couldn't help a grin. It was the first time in many weeks that he heard this word from her lips, seen them form it at the same time and could look into her eyes, the way they seemed to darken at the use of it. She was his little girl and he had ached to have her back in his arms, by his side, at his feet."Get on here?" He said in a quiet but much firmer tone, patting the low table in front of the sofa with a smile quite unlike before, "I should check if my beautiful slave still. That helps with threesomes, trust me on that. I still love dick best, though, and gang-bangs ... pulling trains ... yeah, that’s all for me. But, yeah, if you’re asking me which of us is in control of the marriage, it’s me.“Joe’s a much older man and he counts his lucky stars to have a pretty young wife like me, so he dotes on me and basically just lets me have my way most of the time. Dude has like forty million tied up somewhere, but no prenup, because this ain’t a community property state..