It was love at first sight, all that butterflys in the belly (well at least mine) and all the cinema and restaurant dates that goes with falling in lo...ve, it was beautiful!We moved in together, it was a bold move, but it just felt so right, and it worked out well. We were not just girlfriend/boyfriend or lovers - but we were really close as well. I would do the laundry and he would cook, because he was good at it, and I could just put my feet up and watch the soaps or whatever was on.And the sex. She was so excited he thought she was going to cum just from him sucking on her tit. That made him so excited he thought he was going to cum too. Reluctantly he let her breast slip from his mouth. She quivered and moaned. She held his head tenderly to her breast before reaching down to his cock again. Bryony’s fingers on his cock made the agitation thrill like electricity in his thigh muscles. She was only holding him ready for her to come and press onto him but the nervous tension had become. Wanda wasn’t the woman of Mike’s dreams. He had always wanted to become a parent. Wanda just needed to be a woman. When she was no longer with child, she was no longer with Mike. It’s said, ‘The best revenge is a life well lived.’ Wanda was not in that ‘well lived’ category, she had, pretty much written-off the American dream they tell you about. But she was in a place of contentment. Seven years in her own apartment, she had grown strong in her belief that the picket fence wouldn’t be hers AND. "If I didn't know better, I'd say that wrench was soldered on!" Oliver Douglas bent his neck up-back, and saw the Eb Dawson was seemingly only looking at the wrench. From his place in the dirt and stones, Mr. Douglas told himself that his dignity had not been compromised more than it had been over the years he'd lived there.+++ "Is everything ready?!" asked the erect Mr. Douglas, seated atop the metal seat, the proud (if slightly red-faced) esquire of his own landed estate, dressed in the.