I took the heavier one of the two, and had her drag the lighter, more lengthy box. When we got under the tree, my mind caught up with the moment, then...I asked myself : "wait a minute, why ... didn't or doesn't she put her sweatshirt back on, because THAT would take my mind off her breasts???" Since she was down on one knee, trying to get her box open, I shoved that question aside within myself, and opened up my box, which included the actual swing seat, and the series of connecting chains. Her. We were talking about general things k**s people we know all the usual things. Barbra said fancy a game of cards for an hour or so I said why not neither of us has anything to do so up she got and went to get the pack of cards she was wearing jeans a blouse a jumper and slip on shoes she looked quite sexy as she crossed the room for the cards. Sitting back down she said Jacks and twos I said fine whatever you fancy playing so we played for about 30 minutes then she said ok next game I thought. Oh he's a good man, a good father and a good and faithful husband. A great provider to boot. But as is the normal function of nature he is totally obsessed with sex. Ya he is a typical man.I mean; with his undying interest in porn, I am simply in awe of the fact that he has never cheated on me. My duty throughout our marriage has been to please him and keep him satisfied in every way. Our sex life is good; even if there are things that I won't do for him. And I know he'd like more but he never. " Golly!" thought Geraldine, "This girl's got guts as well as being head over heels in love. OK, we've got over the initial shyness but I really think I'm going to love this girl as another daughter." Nor should you be. Are you going to have to buy it?" You bet." Sally laughed genuinely. "You can't dye jeans." Sally, my dear, may I see your wardrobe?"Sally looked down."Please, Sally," she asked gently.Rather shamefacedly Sally showed her.Geraldine was momentarily overcome. This pretty,.