She'd always come home late, smelling good, whistling, her face bright and confident. The other day I noticed that she'd gotten a tattoo, a giant drag...n on her lower back.On anyone else this would have looked tacky or even slutty, but on Monique, it looked really hot. I wanted nothing more than to pound her from behind and watch that tattoo in its gleaming light."That's a hot tat babe! Shall we test it out?" I asked,"It still hurts honey. Next week I promise!" she responded.Of course, next week. Quickly, find a way to get me out before thekidnappers return.? When the entire family looked at one another and thenstarted laughing hysterically, Felicia realized just how na?ve she was, as wellas how hopeless everything had become. These people WERE the kidnappers!?Dumb girl,? remarked Claudia.?Yeah, seriously,? added Robert. Felicia swallowed hard and her whole bodystarted to tremble with fear. ?Oh my God, what do you want with me??Bobby spoke as they all surroundedthe table, boys on. I had seen Kate a thousand times, but only now as I got older did I see her as a woman and not as a parent/mum. She had hair that resembled straw in colour that fell to her shoulders, she never did anything with it but it always held perfectly in place. She always wore beige Jodhpurs, with knee length brown leather boots and a light coloured shirt. The trousers were skin tight and really showed off her AMAZING butt. I assumed it was so perfect from years of riding, but that thing was fantastic,. ”“An endless merry-go-round of idle chitchat, experimental cooking and New World wines,” I said. “Why can’t we just go to the cinema one Saturday night instead? The latest Chloë Goodman film opens soon—I’d like to see that.”My lovely wife grinned and slapped my arm again. “Yes. I’ll bet you would, you dirty old pervert.”One Week Later“Look at these houses, Mike. Aren’t they lovely? All chocolate-boxy,” Susan said as I drove through the village. “Houses like these are so easy to sell. They fly.