Me feeling like anadolesent that got caught with a stack of Hustler magazines with thecenterfolds glued together.My wife, I'm not sure what she was fe...ling. I wouldn't say anythingbad about the way she treated me but I wouldn't say she wasparticularily cordial either. She occassionally made a suggestionabout something I should do such as pick up after myself more or helpwith the laundry which all seemed fair enough.Like I said, everything happened gradually and eventually I found thatnot only. I reached out and felt her breasts through the wonderfullysmooth satin. "Now, now, baby, all in good time," she scolded me. Thiswas a little role play time we both enjoyed after a rather liquid lunch.She fussed over me with the powder and took two pink headed nappy pinsfrom the bedside table. "Now baby Amy has to tell Mummy she wants to beput in a nappy like a little baby girl." I laid there on the soft nappyand a little shiver ran through me, I wasn't always very good at playingmy baby girl. He had added his secret take on the traditional recipe, an extra measure of Cointreau for sweetness, just the way she liked it. "Mmmm perfect" she cooed, "You always make the best cosmo, nobody else's' taste so good. I don't know why". They toasted each other and bit into the delicate puff pastry of the rescued hors d'oeuvres. Vol au vaunts may be thought a bit passé but they were delicious and fitted well with the menu Simon had prepared which was rather retro. The main course was to be Beef. "Good morning, lover," she mumbled, and snuggled up close, slippingher arm under my neck. I nestled against her breasts, amazed that herskin could smell so distinctive without any perfume. We stayed like that for not long enough. The entire weekendwouldn't have been long enough.***09:36 18 Jan She gave me a kiss as we traded occupancy of the bathroom.***09:39 18 Jan "Well, what now?" "I think I'm hungry," she mentioned apologetically. I grinned at her. "I think I have an.