"Hopefully, this is her first time here, but not mine." I answered as Cheryl stood next to me the blouse showing plenty of her cleavage. My wife is no... one of those women we all dream of having on our arm. She is just 5'4", average build, a nice set of b cup tits, shapely legs, and ass. She is nice looking, but not a stunning beauty, but very pleasant and a great fuck, and becoming better as a cock sucker.The man quickly moved off without saying any more to me, or to my wife. I knew he was. The shops along main street, however, were two stories with the shopkeepers living upstairs. The areas on the roofs of these buildings were high above my head and I could see faces leaning over the parapets and smiling. In their hands they held fruit so rotten it barely held together. The fruit was made even more foul smelling by mixing it with the deposits from the chamber pots found in the water closets on those roofs. There was no real pain as the noxious mixture splatted against my stomach. The best find was two black pubic hairs trapped in the lacy edges.Safi, Mom and Dad arrived on time and after some coffee and doughnuts and the inevitable inspection, they drove to the station. Safi was under orders to pull her weight and amazingly she made me some brunch and after that we went shopping for food stocks to suit us both. As he left my, Dad had slipped me 200 notes for the favour. Mom didn’t see. I was made up because I could economise on the food and spend Dad’s money on. “I actually had to do some work!”“Good heavens! How unreasonable” Allison laughed. Cerys’s disaffection with the idea of working for a living had been a constant joke between the two since school days. “It’s no good, Cerrie, you’ll have to find a way to retire. You’ll never hang on for another 40 years.”Cerys tossed her head indignantly, her long dark hair flicked back from her pale-skinned, oval, face. “42 if you don’t mind,” she responded. “I’m only 23. And anyway I may have found a way.