An old hat box had become the home to paper dolls, patterns, material, spools of thread, and an old corset. The next box reveals war ration coupons, t...e receipts from the materials it took to build the house, and the blue prints to the house. We’ve decided to leave them somewhere for the future owner to find. If they decide to level the house, then the blue prints will get buried right along with it. Old framed pictures come next, each more interesting than the last. Still, sadness falls upon. I love you. Julie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Alistair took a large mouthful of wine from his glass. He was hard once again. His erection strained in his trousers. Damn Julie for doing this too him. Not just once but twice in one day. Damn her! He smiled. Oh how he loved her. Oh how loved the way she was exciting him. She had only been cuckolding him for a few days and yet you would think that she had been doing it for years. And who were these guys that she fancied? He knew that he had friends. At least she wasn't objecting to the idea."All of these men are local, Marietta," I replied, placatingly "and I'll give you a chance to see them before they see you. If you recognize any of them, we'll call it off. As for the young lady, I'll see to it that both of you are blindfolded, at least at first, that way neither could possibly recognize the other."She paced some more and drank some more wine from the glass I refilled as I spoke, then turned sharply."I don't have anything sexy to wear!". After getting dressed, there was no more disguising that I was anything but a girl, so aunty decided we would go celebrate by having my ears pierced at a jewelry and having permanent rings placed in the holes. At the store, aunty selected a beautiful set of diamond studs and we went to the back room where I was told to sit at this chair while the attendant went to get a device that looked very much like a gun. Fist, she rubbed some ice on one ear lobe, then placed the ear lobe in the gun.