"Because if her friendfrom London should come calling here I don't want her to be around." How could he possibly find his way here though? Her letter ...as justblank paper," he asked."The postmark, of course," she explained."The postmark on her letter she posted? I'd never even thought of that.Why did you take such a risk?" he asked."It wasn't much of a risk as nobody in the village has ever heard of aJulia or even a Julian Ross," she replied. "They only know her asMarion Hughes the mad. Gillian is slightly built and at five-eight rather tall. Her long dark hair is naturally curly and she generally wears it fluffed out and flouncy. Her butt is "oh so female" and she is inordinately proud of her very well shaped B-cups. Me? I'm right at five-seven, one-forty-five, somewhat thinning brown hair, and what Gillian describes as an interesting face, read, not really awful looking. Where Gillian tends to be playful and good natured, I'm more the serious type. I enjoy intelligent. Black eyeliner brought out the startling deep blue of her eyes and matched the turquoise stone set in the silver heart pendant resting between her breasts. James stared, dumbfounded at her beauty and at the sight of the married couple apparently ready to go out somewhere. God, I want her! John wore a tie and sport coat, slacks, wingtips. James looked at him in confusion, thought furiously…. uh oh! Is this part of her game? I’d better start playing – she said I’M the Boss tonight. And. We started out both drinking a glass of wine. We needed to wind down and also help take away some of our nervousness. I was more nervous than anyone because this was my first time with anyone else other than him. After about a hour and 3 glasses a piece we were starting to feel courageous. We all decided first things first, was to get our pussies prepped. One at a time he lathered us up and began. I went first, then her. While we each lay there we discussed more stories and ideas of what we.