The back bit usually filled with rubbish or muck was sparkling clean, filled with cushions, pillows and blankets with battery operated fairy lights st...rung up around the edge. In the middle was a small picnic basket on top of a picnic blanket. “it’s… beautiful!” “glad you like it babe and look how clear the stars are…. And I know you’ll know that tonight there is a big meteor shower so we’re sleeping here, weather is forecasted to be a wonderful warm summers night but in case of typical British. ‘I know his photography,’ he said. ‘He was a true artist, and a good reporter.’ Barbra nodded. ‘He was,’ she said. ‘And a great husband.’ ‘You were lucky,’ Mary said. ‘Husbands like him are rare.’ Barbra smiled. ‘Thank you,’ she said. Mike had been as handsome as John, she thought, in a slightly ragged way. He’d been less smooth, less poised, perhaps. But oh, oh, oh, how she missed him still. ‘I don’t talk about him much, you know,’ she said. ‘But he is often on my mind. It’s about a year ago. I also moved a step towards her. She was tall to me. So she put her hand on my hair and cares.Suddenly I dragged her by putting my hand on her back side, a very tight hug, I felt her boobs for the first time. It was so smooth and bulging. Then, I moved towards her and planted my lips on her and she cooperated very well.After 30-40 seconds, she told me it’s over. I denied and told her it is cheating. She agreed for another lips locking, this time I was in an intention to continue the locking for. She had most of those qualities and expected the same in a Sire for her children. Sometimes as she arrived home from work, she would simply say, “Pillow…” before heading into the bedroom. He would go into the living room and choosing a throw pillow would lay down with his head upon it on the hardwood floor in front of the bay window in the living room. After a minute or two she would enter wearing only her top, or a sexy bra. She always wore and a pair of four inch heels. She would circle round.