“Let me, Nana.”I pressed the button and watched as the car horn beeped and the lights flashed. Then I used the key on Nana’s chain to open the f...ront door, saving me from digging into my bag to find my own key.I gave Nana’s keys back and held the door open for her.“How about you let me make you a nice cup of tea?” I said. “Come and sit down in the kitchen.”I filled the kettle and put it on and then left Nana sitting in the kitchen while I dumped my schoolbag in my bedroom. Back in the kitchen, I. At twelve, now that she had the watch, Ivy continued with her education ... never excelling but never failing. Ivy was average. She took great pains to BE average. Average clothes ... better than Wallyworld but not Neiman Marcus ... Sears, JC Penny, or Wards and from the racks. She suffered from chrometophobia. Chrometophobia is the fear of money. Not that she had any problem handling the finances of thePrincessapality ... she just couldn't spend the necessary to promote her position: The Ruler. She calls up from the saloon. "Get your arse down here MD. I need screwing. Now!" How romantic is that!Needing no second bidding I dive below, securing the hatch behind me. I'm just in time to glimpse her gorgeous naked derriere disappearing into our cabin and just can't get my kit off quickly enough as my cock hardens in anticipation.She's lying back on our large double bunk, legs wide open, knees up with her hot glistening cunt perfectly positioned for me, standing, to slip my throbbing cock. My first wife refused, even though she would get excited at the thought of it during our love making.When I met my second wife to be,I told her very early on of my desire to watch her have sex with another man, she laughed at first, then when she saw I was serious, said she would consider it, and even started to dress tartly when ever we went out.Then one bright sunny Saturday afternoon two of my workmates turned up at our house, out for a run on their bikes, they had called in for a coffee,.