"They're buying up the property of loyal men, buying it for unpaid taxes, for a pittance, the scoundrels." Her father had slumped in his chair and his...empty glass had fallen from his hand. "Bloody traitors. Oh, sorry. Sorry, child."Anne thought of herself as a loving and loyal subject of King George III, her anointed liege lord who, she had been taught, was given power from above, the right and lawful ruler who would look after the welfare of all his subjects. That was how she had been reared.. The satin dress fabric rubbing on my bare nipples made them enlarge so that they looked like a couple of thimbles poking out of my dress. We stopped for a meal and Bobbie couldn’t stop himself staring at my nipples the whole time. This was good because my chosen dress was too short and you could see my suspenders when I sat down. When we got up to leave I could see his cock sticking out of his trousers – he seemed quite embarrassed as he brought my coat and “accidentally” brushed his hand. As I closed my door she reached over and placed her warm, soft lips against mine. As I returned her kiss, her tongue slipped between my lips probing the recesses of my mouth. My hand went to her side, and as we kissed, she moved her body, placing her soft, 36D tit in my hand. I could feel her nipple getting hard, as she pressed against me.Breaking the kiss, she said "I would love to go out with you, but tonight is not a good night."We talked for about a half an hour, getting to know each other.. Being a big guy and a former party animal, he could take in and hold large amounts of alcohol. About a month into his pity party, Robert received the divorce papers in the mail. The manila envelope and scent of the paper were forever etched into his brain. As the tears started to fall, he heard a gentle knock on the door. Robert hadn’t had a visitor since Tameka left. ‘Who is it?’ he yelled. ‘It’s me Robert.’ It couldn’t be, he thought. Robert swung the door open and there she was. ‘Clara?’.