That consummation, the utter defeat of her resistance was also having an effect on her psyche. As a prim and proper wife, Tessa had known to be demure... even coy when necessary, and subservient to her husband in her domestic capacities. In truth, she loved the 1950’s lifestyle she saw on television, and wanted to emulate that as best she could for her husband. Be his wife, be his woman, be his lover, keep his house clean, and raise his c***dren. It was a submissiveness she was attracted to, as. He’d been sitting one night with me after supper, helping to work on a saddle for Agar and out of curiosity I’d struck up a conversation with him, speaking to him in his own language. I’d done so in order to become proficient in the Horse People’s dialect. I spoke the common language as well as I spoke English, but I’d let the Horse People dialect and the Plains People dialect slide over the first part of the winter, using both of them sparingly. Being aware of this, I wanted practice in the. Then I remembered I’d talked about it with Zena on one of our commuting journeys.Zena would invite me into her flat for a cup of tea after work from time to time and we would chat about our lives as colleagues will. Strangely I don’t remember ever mentioning Zena to Penny, or our innocent chats, it simply did not occur to me, the lifts to work had been going on long before Penny. Nevertheless it was a mistake on my part.“Well yes,” I replied to the vision of perfect loveliness. “I have played.. My mom was also breathing heavily. Her breasts were pressed hard against my body. I lifted her chin. It was dark and I was not able to see the expressions on her face. I slowly placed my lips on her lips and kissed her.She moaned and increased her grip around my back even further. Her soft beautiful body was pressing hard against me. It was dark and only the moonlight coming through the semi transparent windows provided some visibility. She looked towards me, her beautiful big eyes were shining.