And why are you crying?’ Paul McCartney was actually James Paul Beatie, aka, Jimmy Beetle. Heathrow was wherever the authorities were holding him. I... stopped before going into my small room. ‘Why are you crying, Alice?’ ‘I love Paul McCartney.’ ‘The Beatle, not ‘the beetle’,’ I said hopefully. ‘Alex, did you and Katie buy that house?’ ‘Closed on it this morning. Have a drink with me.’ And we went into my office. *** The prospect of going to Katie’s father’s house, a-fucking-gain, for their. My girlfriend was living in a house with a couple other girls and just finishing her undergrad degree. We had met at a Christmas party at a friend’s house near where we lived. We grew up in small towns only a few miles from each other in southern Illinois, and I was slightly older, but we hit it off after we talked about us both being at Illinois. After about a month together, we had been exclusive. I wanted to get a jump start on my career before proceeding to marriage. I hadn’t told her that. The man at my feet didn’t touch me except for his hands holding my calves and knees firmly apart, but I could feel him looking at me. I flushed in hot embarrassment, tense, wanting to close my legs even as the feeling of his hard thumbs against the inside of my knees turned me on.‘Oh what a nice surprise,’ he murmured. The man’s hands held my knees tightly, forcing them wide apart. ‘Yes,’ he murmured. ‘We’re going to enjoy using this one.’I gasped at his words, shocked at his bold statement. I. I hugged her tightly making sure it doesn’t get weird.That feeling was amazing as she was my wife under my control.More weeks went past I take advantage of her kindness and my hand used to be all over her back. Then my few test finish in university and I got good marks in it.So I went to the house as it was not usual turion there so she was alone at house.That day weather was hot.She was sitting on a chair reading books when I went in.I told her marks and she was very happy she bent forward and.