‘Hmm nice, yes, very nice indeed.’ She could do wonderful things with this. She proceeded to slide on him back and forth. His head hit the back o... the tub, no cushioning towel to take the impact. ‘God. That’s good.’ He kept thinking, his hands back on her unquestionably perfect tits. Water sloshing up his chest like a tsunami, spilling over the rim in buckets. ‘Mmm Philip. Your cock is so hard honey.’ She moved to raise her hips, grasping him to insert him and he realized what she was doing. . " Elspeth looked up, putting the spoon down with a rattle as her hands shook."That sounds ominous." He smiled, gently, leaning forward a little. "What's on your mind, you've not been yourself today." It's... there's something I have to tell you, tell you both, but I think..." She struggled, looking for the right way to phrase it."You think I'll react calmer than your mother will?" he chuckled gently. "I can't promise anything, your mother can still surprise me, even now." Yeah." Elspeth smiled,. Mike was momentarily mesmerized by the sultriness of her voice. When he finally found his voice all he could say was “Hello.”Anastasia moved closer to Mike, closer than he felt comfortable with.“So you are a boxer. I don’t do boxing; it is too violent for me. I much prefer wrestling; it’s so much more intimate. Do you know what I mean?”All Mike could do was nod his head. He felt intimidated by this woman. Standing this close to him, he was overwhelmed by her size. Not just her height, but the. Sunday evening, actually ... tomorrow was Monday."Monday, Monday. Can't trust that day," I was singing and strumming my Hauser rosewood classical.Grace heard it and thought it was a catchy tune, "That's nice, do you know the rest of it?" Monday, Monday, so good to me;Monday morning, it was all I hoped it would be.Oh, Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guaranteeThat Monday evening you would still be here with me.Monday, Monday, can't trust that day;Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns.