I caught her navel and smooched and licked. I was licking her stomach and her stomach was full of sweat and it was lovely. Slowly I opened her bra and... here it comes she move sideways and her back was towards me and I started kissing it. She was moaning and I caught hold of her boobs and was slowly pressing like a ball. Then I got around her and stride licking them and I suddenly started to bite them. She said slow baby but I was in no mood to stop. I then asked her to close her eyes and I tied. At mealtimes there was mostly silence and the tension was painful. Any moment I expected a lecture. In the evening we watched TV in uneasy silence until she told me it was my bedtime. I resented being ordered to bed, but she wasn’t a woman you argued with.On my way to the door, I said, ‘Goodnight, Nan.’‘Don’t I get my goodnight kiss?’ she answered.I was far too nervous to face her, so pretended not to hear and bolted out the door up to bed.……..I don’t know what time she woke me. It was dark. The nine acres beyond which the house had been named after was a large stretch of woodland, now swallowed up by the night. The house was half a mile from the nearest village, it was there she had stood at the altar only days before and exchanged vows with a man she barely knew. And now she was Emily Featherstone, wife of Toby, the son of a famous architect who had built grand designs for the late Queen Victoria. He had designed this house as well, his own personal muse. She had been impressed. I’ve got the whole thing on video.”Liz playfully smacked me and Rita and laughed. Rita said, “Liz, you were so sexed up you never even noticed Janice sitting over there filming us when you took your blindfold off!”“Oh my god!” Liz replied.“We sure heard that all night long!” I teased. Liz smacked me again.Liz turned to Janice, who had finished hooking up the camera to the television. Janice dimmed the lights and playfully jumped on the bed next to Liz and said, “Are we ready?”She hit play and.