As she got out of the car she looked back in at me, spit and cum still on her chin and she told me she loved me and then began to stumble to her apart...ent. I watched her from the car until she got in and the door closed. The ride home brought on the nerves as I realized it had been almost an hour since I left, and wasn't sure what my wife was going to say when I got home.I pulled up to my house ten minutes later and headed in. There was no way I was going to be able to cover up the mess in. The memory of her long slender legs with the rare petite heart-shaped backside that was better suited to a bad woman slut rather than a respectable church-going female of delicate behavior pestered my amorous nature a lot more than I would be inclined to admit.I knew I had passed up the opportunity to dip my wick in the delicious new “Miss Lucy’s” petite bottom but my fear of Kate’s wrath was enough to keep me on the straight and narrow during this dangerous period of my western adventure. Of. ‘Did you want coffee or something?’ the woman said. ‘I was hoping for some lunch,’ I said. ‘Lunch. Oh. Yes. Well ….’ ‘Is that going to be a problem?’ I said. It was at that point that the phone she was carrying rang. She answered it and, while whoever was at the other end apparently did most of the talking, her frown got deeper and deeper. ‘Herman,’ she said when she rang off. ‘They can’t get back. Maybe not until tomorrow. The road’s closed.’ ‘The road to Millerton?’ She nodded. ‘Damn.’ ‘Not. I can see the mental gearsturning as he decides I'm a kindred spirit, dressed as I am in clotheswhich, if not quite a carbon-copy of Marie's, are close to one."Anything to drink?" Marie evidently feels we need a nightcap."Freezer," says her father economically.I follow Marie into a huge kitchen containing a dining table, a rangecooker and, in the centre of the room, a large, brushed pine table. Alarge fridge freezer occupies one corner of the room, and Marie opens itand brings out a bottle of.