Huh.And while I was thinking about this interesting phenomenon, Andrea Ackerman, twenty pounds heavier, maybe, with much shorter hair and a much, much...more conservative outfit, was dropping to the floor to give me a blow job."No, no, no," I said. Shelly was one thing. Gordon's mom was something else. She was still very attractive, but no, no, no. In fact, if I'd known it was her when I was, er, enjoying the teenaged version, it would have put a serious damper on the afternoon's activities.. I might as well call you that, as that is the name thatyou have chosen. Things are going to change a bit round here. I haveput up with your kinky behaviour and sexual impotence for years,because I loved you. But now, I have decided that I should consider myown happiness more in our relationship. Of course, you are my husband.But you know and I know that this is only your title. You are anythingbut manly. You read and write to these sissy websites and sit there, infront of the computer in your. “All ready, your Ladyship. Full pressure and plenty of water.“Efficient as ever, Boscoe,” she said with a smile taking her place behind the steamer’s steering tiller. The Steamer’s iron clad wheels were soon crunching their way down the gravel drive as Alicia Vance headed off at speed, drawing cries from the hall’s peacocks as she sped past them through the gates of the estate.From a window on the first floor Harold, her husband, watched her leave. He hoped it heralded a quiet night, one where. "They retail at about four hundred pounds per shed," she told me. "But there seems to be some confusion over exactly how many were in the lorry." Here's to confusion," I said as we touched glasses. "Long may it reign." So Thomas," she said softly and leaned towards me. "Are you still game to trim my pussy?" Oh definitely," I smiled. "But I'll have to rub plenty of shaving lotion in first." Naturally." she agreed."And I'll have to do it naked in case the lotion splashes on me." Of course, I'd.