Yes, I MUST!" Then this is good-bye?" Yes. Good-bye, Kyle. Have a wonderful life." Good-bye, Laura."The line went dead and the faculty wife spent the ...next few hours crying.The next few days were miserable for Laura. She tried to resolve herself to a continued life with Donald but somehow could not. It was not that life with Donald was all that bad but rather that Kyle, having come into her life, had meant so much and now there was a tremendous emptiness that she had no idea as to how to. Urgently, her fingers, still dexterous, quickly undid her button upon the shorts to allow her some breathing room but before she could complete the task, the button popped off with ease and shot to a button toward a chair, the sound it made was unmistakable metallic. Her perfect white teeth clenched at her lower lip, sucking and nipping at it as she felt her constrictive clothing continue to sufficatingly entrap her body. She continued to grow though, clothing be damned and the tiny little. He brushed and showered, cleaning up in anticipation of intimacy. Donning jeans and a casual shirt in case his uncle was still around, he headed downstairs to the kitchen.Heather was daydreaming, thinking of ways to fully capitalize on this naive eighteen year old nephew of her husband's. She was captivated by his lithe and graceful form, lean arms and legs with soft, light hair, a cute, fairly commonplace face, cute bum and a thick, hot, hard dick. It had caught her by surprise the day she. Sometimes the stories were comic, sometimes tragic, sometimes romantic – but always the bad husbands were outwitted, one way or another. Here’s my (slightly naughty) take on the bad husband tale. Rosette daughter of Galon was rounding the last corner between the village well and the cottage she shared with her mother and father when two of the Duke’s soldiers, magnificent in scarlet and gold cloaks over gleaming chain-mail, galloped into the street and pulled up between her and the cottage.