I didn’t fancy having two bossy females to myself.”“Bossy?” I asked, with Nadine echoing the question a moment later.“Have you met a woman t...hat wasn’t bossy? I know I haven’t.” He laughed.I paused, as if giving his question my due consideration. “Nope! Can’t say that I have.” I answered, then added, “So what’s the plan for today?”“Head off down towards Panniers Bridge, then across to the Roaches. Kim has dropped her car off at ‘The Rock’, which will save having to walk back along the same. ”“Why?”“So you’ll know what fame is like. You’ll know if that’s what you want.”“No thanks.”“So, how sore are you?” I asked.Amelia laughed, clearly pleased with my desire for her. “Very.”Early evening, before dinner, we sprawled on the couch in front of the TV. Amelia stretched out her legs on the coffee table as we watched her selection; the usual run of sitcoms. Slightly slouched, and partially leaning against me, I caressed her shoulder and, feeling randy, slipped my hand down to cup her. She screamed briefly as I pressed inside her.The study door opened, Mrs Bridges my rather portly and aged cook stood there in her aprons staring incredulously “What in the good lords notion is going on?” “Patently obvious I would have thought,” I declared, “I am giving Miss Williams an internal examination”.“Oh thank the lord,” Mrs Bridges declared, “I just about had enough of you buggering me senseless of a night, its about time you found someone younger to poke.”“You and her?” Miss Willams. That is about it. Why?" I don't know how many more of these things I can do. I mean, I can't even tell you how many times I have told the same story. I'm starting to get tired of talking to people about how we met and how much you are worth and where we are going for our honeymoon. So tired."I went to her and kissed her forehead. "It is almost over then we can hideout in our home and fuck ourselves stupid. How does that sound?"She purred happily, "Perfect." So, do you need to give you a ride.