Christine was naturally a dominant type in most things, but she couldn't deny what was arousing her.Her dream this night started out with a frequent t...eme for her: she was Wonder Woman and out to get an evil criminal overlord. In this case the evil mastermind was named Black Bart and his fiendish plot involved poisoning the water supply in Manhattan and then robbing key buildings of priceless artifacts after the security was too sick to put up any defense.She had overheard word of this plot but. We'd sometimes have sandwiches, a kebab or fish'n'chips from the local chippy and sit on the green to eat; or if the weather was bad, one of the local fast-food restaurants. That Monday evening, Anne went home alone, packed a bag, and came down to my old Victorian cottage, which was a walk away from the office (as against a bus-ride from Crookes).Weekends, we continued to learn about each other, often using her house in Crookes if we were thinking of walking in the Rivelin valley, for example.. Enjoy yourself. Text updates…”This time Anita did not reply.I sat there looking at my phone wondering what my sensual wife was doing at this very moment. When she texted saying that Tom was trying to touch her up, I assumed that meant he had already touched her buttocks and boobs outside of her black dress…I could imagine that she was very wet, squirming beneath Tom's touch, responding to the messages her body was sending her…I was sure that bastard would be keen to explore my wife’s body. His. She giggled impishly. “Now I have something to black mail you with when you become famous.”“Hey, she came on to me, I swear!”“Maybe, but that did not mean you needed to run around the playground screaming...”“Please don't say it. It's too embarrassing to think about, let alone hear out loud.”“Very well. But George, she still remembers.”“Arrrgg,” he dramatized. His face flushed a deep scarlet.They both laughed. But as the laughter died away, Dawn's face adopted a more concerned look.“So,.