Was she prettier than me?... could he love such a one as I was?... and the like; to all which the blushing simpleton answer'd to my wish, in a strain ...f perfect nature, perfect undebauch'd innocence, but with all the awkwardness and simplicity of countrybreeding.When I thought I had sufficiently ripen'd him for the laudable point I had in view, one day that I expected him at a particular hour, I took care to have the coast clear for the reception I design'd him; and, as I laid it, he came to. They had been home a week. Wendy had gotten compliments, leers and propositions from admirers and envy from others. Eddie, their yard boy had cut their front yard and moved to the fenced in backyard when Wendy went outside. She wore a denim jumper, old granny panties and flip flops, her usual apparel for cleaning. She swept and tied up her deck knowing he was watching her every move. Wendy reached up raising her dress, bent and cleaned her glass patio doors. Steeping inside, she did the same,. The oil that now entirely covered her flabby and crinkled backside made her glisten. Sam saw that she parted her fat thighs and he could tell that she was ready so he gently put a finger up her arse that made Janet let out a soft sigh. She cried out again when he inserted two fingers deep into her shithole. ‘Oh yes, fuck my arse please Sam. But don’t come as I want you up my cunt as well’ Straddling her now upturned bum he carefully put in his cock and was shocked as she pushed back to get it. My apologies.”“Isn’t she just an overachiever?” asked Anael, a grin on her lips.“A little,” I said. “Okay, talk me through it.”I was glad editing paused reality. It took a while. She explained how to make all the modifications.It took two edits: one to buy my neighbor’s property and demolish their house and the second to extend my house into the space I’d purchased. I had gained what was essentially a second wing. It matched it, as promised by Jophiel, with each concubine getting her own.