Hell, I didn't think I could do it at first." She said, as she finished cooking a set of eggs. "What made you stick with it?" Clare asked, as Annie se... the plate of eggs onto the table. "The money? The fame? I dunno. I mean, both were good, but at the same time, it wasn't really a factor." She said, as she went back to the stove. "I guess it was the idea that I could be someone that I wasn't." Annie said, and turned to look at Clare, who looked a bit concerned. "Well. Think about it. You can. I hadn’t taken two steps into the restaurant when my arms were full of Anna, who was clinging to my neck. Wrapping my arms around her waist instinctively I whirled her around a couple of times before giving her a quick kiss. All of this was an unacceptable public display of affection in the 1850’s, but I just couldn’t care less. Neither, it seemed, could Anna or Mrs. Mendoza.“My sweet Dulcinea, you have no idea how much I have looked forward to my ‘Anna smiles’ while I was gone.”“My noble Don. She had engaged in nearly every sex act except vaginal fucking with her young lovers and her house servant. Luckily before she could go any further her marriage date was settled. She was a lusty young woman with a big body, heavy breasts and a tight, albeit experienced arse. She really enjoyed her honeymoon and her new hubby fucked her thoroughly three times a night and at least one more time during the day, often as She was bent over the kitchen counter or the back of a sofa. She had little. But first came shopping. I had mixed feelings. At the market thingshadn't gone exactly good.So I spoke to Mark's conscience. I was interested in seeing whether itwould help.It did. Shopping went off without a hitch, even Lena gurgled at me fromthe carrying cloth in satisfaction. I think the last time she hadn't beenput in quite right and the uncomfortable position caused her to expressherself rather loudly.And the meal was really delicious - with an ample infusion of garlic.##The days passed.