We both had each other’s phone numbers, and we used to text and sext each other as and when we would get an opportunity.She is well educated. Enough... to be naughty and send original and kinky texts. While in the office, she used to send me texts like: “Sir, aaj kya khana pasand karoge, kaunsa masala pasand hai aap ko?” (Sir what would you like to eat today? which spice do you like ?) or “Sir aap humesha mere baaju me, ya uper, ya neeche hi rehna.” (Sir please always be by my side or on top of me. ”“Oh please don’t keep it a secret,” Jean said.“Well if you must know we’ve started swinging. You know going to parties and pairing up with other sex partners. I never thought it would bring us closer together but it has.“After we get home from a party, where both of us have fucked different partners the sex afterwards is fantastic. I don’t think I’ve ever cum as many times in a row as I have when we get back home and into our own bed.”Then she got a wicked smile and said, “And you know what,. Harwell growled a request for a cup of coffee and she scuttled off to fulfil his order."You might," Harwell started, "in your programme of training do something to ensure that a woman allows her man a decent night's sleep. Amelia was tossing and turning all night. The result of some affliction as a result of her gender and its relationship with the lunar cycle no doubt. I couldn't get a moments peace."He had a point and I told him so. In some respects I count myself fortunate not to have to. "Good answer," she retorted, still in my arms. In kissing range. She landed a couple of good ones. "Sit on the sofa. I want in your lap."I wasn't about to refuse that. I sat and let her insinuate herself into my arms, her firm rounded butt securely in my lap. "Grandma had confidence in me, Alan. I don't think Mom gave me more than passing thought as to what I'd turn out to be. YOU have confidence in me, though." I absolutely do, Christina Addison." I used her formal name when I wanted her to.