Neither his mother nor Anne spoke to him on the long drive to MissHampson's place. He was given a bottle of drink but he was not keen todrink anything...because he knew he would wet himself during the trip. Ithad happened to him before. It wasn't so much the wetting of himselfthat worried him, it was that he was required to ask permission to peein his nappies before he did so. If he was wet when he was changed andhe had not asked permission he knew from experience that the punishmentwould be. .. except for any divorce settlements."They sat back, lost in their thoughts. Samantha recovered first and looked hard at me."I've looked at your life with your husbands," I said. "Samantha, your father was a major force in getting your husband ahead. Elizabeth, you've given up some dreams for your husband's career."They nodded slowly."With the right judge, a generous reconciliation is not out of the question. Considering the air of treason that will come to surround your husbands, the judge. Wine, Women and song!” She laughed.“Ale more like…look at this picture…Ale wenches I think they were called in those days!” Lynn was looking over Suzy’s shoulder, pointing at a specific picture of a girl carrying four pitches of ale, wading her way along a long table.“I think this weekend will be something else!” laughed Lynn.“With no men!” Hazel grinned. “This I’ve yet to see, I think we’d better take reinforcements,” Hazel stated. “I don’t want to get worked up for nothing!”“Reinforcements?”. It’s my turn.”Then I kissed my wife, kissed her nipples and lined myself up to slide into her now well-lubricated pussy. Boy, did that feel sweet. After a session of in and out as well as French kissing, I pumped another load into her pussy. She smiled and then gave me a huge hug.“How’s that for your fantasy coming true?” she asked.“Babe, that was fantastic, want to go for seconds?” I asked.That put a huge smile on her face and she said, “Sure, maybe we should make it last all night.”Well, with.