The interest was because six of my houses were slap bang in the middle of the land he wanted. The property had been a tranche I had bought at auction.... A Housing Association had got into trouble and the Bank wanted their debt cleared quickly. I bid low to start and stayed in the bidding. I was surprised when the hammer went down on my last bid and I got them at about sixty percent of their market value. Now was my chance to re-fill my coffers. I sent the developer an email suggesting that I. One was very pretty, curvaceous, got the boys' attention in multiple ways. She was tomboyish and just like one of the guys. Her name was Ashley. (Her tale comes later) Our woman is pretty cute. Not ugly but not drop dead gorgeous. She didn't have eye-popping curves like her friend, which she admits. But the thing about her was: There was always something. Something about her that I could not figure out. This is called "The Tale of The Sweetheart."Now, why the nickname "The Sweetheart", you ask?. Her arms wrapped themselves around my neck and her legs around my waist, my erection was poking her right between the legs.''I want you to do what you do to Mommy.'' she told me. I felt like crap, I wanted nothing more than to pop down my shorts and push my cock into her, to feel her soft skin again my own as we made love.But I knew that my seven inches was too much for her. It would split her in half and probably traumatise her.''Bobbie, we can't, you're too--'' ''I know.'' she interrupted me.. Then I undertook to pay for the additional room, in which a bed having been put, an extra was charged; cooking now being done downstairs. Then Louise must have a new gown.; then Camille thought I ought to give her something for herself, because whilst away for me she had made no money. That I refused and blazed up about it; for all that agreed to pay for a new silk dress for her, and a lot of little odds and ends on the second day of Camille’s return, for all of which outlays I had only had a.