I am not sure how well my dad would have taken that one! But that would have been wild if you did, in a way romantic if you think about it. I can only... imagine. Things happen for a reason, it doesn't mean I think its good that we never stayed together. But, if I would not have ended things and moved in I would not have my husband. I would not have my little boy, I would not trade him for the world. I can't really explain it any differently than that. I love my life, but at the same time wonder. Guinevere fancied Arthur long before Lancelot." OK, Arthur. Please can Guinevere go first?" Of course. Ladies first." Always the gent," she chuckled and gave him a loving peck as she scampered off to the ensuite bathroom.When she came back she jumped back into bed again. "Off you go, quickly."Harry did as he was bid. She held up the bedclothes for him. "Let's make love," she said. "It'll be our last chance until next weekend."They did so slowly, tenderly with rising passion until they both. I set my satchel down and turn the grey metal dial as I enter the new combination to my locker. I takes me two tries to get it right, and it opens up with a very slight creak. I had to get it changed about two weeks ago since someone had managed to break into it and steal my iPod, my recorder, a library book—which I had to end up paying for, and a few of my other belongings. My locker had been thoroughly vandalized, with nothing but broken glass and what looked like lipstick streaks left. She didnt speak, she just stopped at the desk in front of his and placed one shiny black high heel on the chair and started adjusting her stocking, he could see right up her skirt, he could see the lace at the top of her stocking and the ribbon of her garter belt and the darkness that was obviously black knickers. His arousal was urgent and swift, he had no idea about what to do and could only think of the fact that he was so hard he couldnt move. She smiled a knowing smile and ran a hand up.