"Hey, Michelle, I want to ask you something."I was deep into one of those novels where a big hairy Scot was distressing a damsel no end when my husban...d produced this remark. Since talk of any sort is not one of his big things, I swam up to answer."Yeah?"I'm always gracious when people interrupt my reading."I wanted to ask you," he said, "if those romance things you read all the time are sexy."Now as far as I know--and I ought to know if anybody does, right?--sex is not one of my husband's big. As you lift it to your nose to smell, you toyfully nip at one of the pedals and wink at me with laughter in your eyes. You take my arm and we walk through the lobby to the elevators. Our destination is a restaurant called Everest, so aptly named because it is on the fortieth (top) floor of this building. We take the marble-paneled elevator to the 39th floor, then a tiny private elevator to the 40th. The elevator opens to the restaurant, the décor is a very elegant white on white, illuminated. " I continued to give her as much pleasure as possible. Her words were turning me on more and more. Then, she uttered a request that caught me completely off guard. "Get behind me, do me from the rear. I want to feel like a wanton animal." I moved quickly behind Darla, and she put her ass into the air. My penis slid into her pussy. She was extremely wet and ready for action. This was not going to be a gentle lovemaking session, but two people who were trying to give the other person as much. Oh, she opened fetes, flower shows, irregularly attended church, that sort of stuff, but on the whole, she lived at the Manor and seldom sallied forth. Thus, it was that when the red faced constable came to visit next, it was like he was unsuspectingly heralding the next tryst, the days passed slowly, local justice was meted out on the Wednesday Mike driving the trap to the village this time, reporting the progress to Muriel of the garden, the flat and Mary in that order as the trotted down to.