“Pheasants mother, not Peasants.” Eliza cautioned. “One cannot shoot Peasants.”“In the lord’s name why not?” Mrs Bennet exclaimed, “If...one might not shoot them how is discipline to be maintained?”“Miss Eliza, I have done you a dis-service,” Mr D’arcy exclaimed, “I had thought you the most idiotic and completely deluded woman I had ever met but I own you are indeed quite sane compared to your mother.”“How are we to impose discipline Mr D’arcy if we cannot shoot the miscreants?” Mrs Bennet. I hoped he didn't blame Carrie for what happened to me."He was, Buddy," I said. "But it wasn't Carrie's fault I got hurt." It was the bad man's fault," Mark said with assurance."But your Daddy hurt the bad man more than the bad man hurt your Daddy," Paul said. "And the bad man will never be able to hurt Carrie or your Daddy ever again. How does that sound?"Mark looked up at my friend."Good," he said. "I like Carrie. And I love my Daddy." I love you, too," I told him. "As much as I love anything. Daisy and I went up to the bathroom to get herself cleaned up then went back to normal walking around the beach but the weather was to cold to bare I suggested that we go sit in the disabled toilet and use the hand drier to keep us warm but she wasn’t up for it, I had to go to the bathroom anyway so I was gonna take the opportunity while i could I sat down under the hand drier and kept myself warm till I heard a knock at the door Daisy was at the door she soon took me up on the offer of my warm. Mine and Sue’s bed. I lay there with my wife’s best friend Julie, having just fucked her. She lay beside me, on her slide, a leg over mine, high enough for her knee to just be touching my still wet cock, wet and now softening. I felt her hand cupping my balls. “I wonder how quickly we can get this hard again?” She asked.The woman was insatiable.“We’d better get up, Sue might be home soon,” I said lamely.“You know she won’t be, and anyway, she doesn’t mind that your making love to me.”“No I.