James much appreciated the transparent quality of her nightgown, how he could see her dusky pink nipples pressed against the thin fabric. Her breasts ...ere lovely and quite large. ‘A cousin?’ ‘She’s my father’s best friend’s only daughter,’ he answered and smiled when Charlotte nodded. His mistress had an intelligence he respected and it was nice to be able to carry a conversation without having to explain things to her. ‘I remember now,’ Charlotte said as he cupped her breast. His large hand. I couldn't care less if I offended her or not, "So you must be a bit frustrated, lying here thinking what a man could do to you in all this softness." I am, but I only want a man who has a large enough penis that could fill me up."Her reply shook me, especially coming from her high society mouth. She no longer had that nose up in the air look about her but a smile which curled the corners of her brightly painted mouth. She reached behind her and I heard the key turn in the lock. Still the smile. This, my dear man, is 1961. The year you met and married Maggie, your dear wife”“Dear, as in expensive?”“Ha. That only deserves one ha, not two”There she was, sashaying down the street. She was a looker, no doubt about it. She was stunning. She was smiling. She’d just been offered a modelling job. She couldn’t wait to tell her new boyfriend. He’d be really pleased for her, he was so lovely, so supportive, so encouraging. She’d showed him some of the underwear she’d had to model for the trial. She grabbed my hand and held it tightly, I knew that the passion I felt for her was matched by her own feelings for me. Something was going to happen tonight, and we both didn’t know what it was yet, but we knew that our feelings for each other were too strong to ignore at the moment.“Let’s drive back to my house, I don’t think my dad is home yet,” she said with a smile on her face.I looked at my phone and saw that it was almost 9pm. “What time did your dad leave with his friends?”“Around 6,.