" Neither did I, boss, that's why I married her. But I'm pretty sure some cunt has been shagging the arse off of her whilst I was in Preston this week..." Bugger, I'm sorry." What the fuck are you sorry about? Unless you fucked her that is." Don't be bloody stupid, Nick. You know I wouldn't do anything like that. I mean I'm sorry, that I had to send you up there. If I hadn't you would have been home and she probably wouldn't have... You know." Now that's not the way I look at things, Roger. If. " I am going to kill you," David growled."Paul!" Lydia whispered."Lydia! What is it?!" he whispered back."Paul, this dress-- this dress-- it doesn't cover my... my pussy!"Paul's mouth dropped and he leaned forward. "It doesn't, does it?" He reached his hand over and grabbed Lydia's bare crotch, causing her to jump in surprise. "It sure doesn't!" No! No, it doesn't!" she whispered, eyes wide. "And my son..." she lowered her voice even more. "My son might see!" Lydia." Yes, Paul?" Look at David.. ‘You will be my guest. I will need twenty-four hours to decide. Until then you will be my…honored guest.’ Julian began to speak but the caliph waved a heavily bejeweled hand expansively. ‘You needn’t worry about imposing, my friend. We are more than welcome to have you.’ His smile did not reach his eyes, though, and Julian thought he’d better drop it. That night he was wined and dined to the best of their ability. The caliph himself entertained him, which was a great honor, but he would not let. .We wished her luck. As she left my GF saw her out, I met her in the hallway on her way back. "That was fun for you huh?" she managed to say before I took hold of her waist and kissed her neck, she looked up as I bit softly into her shoulder and my hands travelled down to her butt, kneading the flesh as I guided her towards the corridor wall. She pulled my mouth onto her shoulder as my other hand found her breast, squeezing it through her bra. She moaned as I pinched her nipple, mu.