’ ‘And why are you now addressing me formerly?’ ‘Because you chose not to call me Russell. My mother taught me etiquette.’ ‘Oh forgive me ...Russell or may I call you Rusty?’ ‘Either way but I like the way you pronounce Rusty with slight amusement in your voice.’ ‘Yes Rosie told me you have an interesting way of saying things. Actually I did think of rusty nails when I said Rusty.’ ‘You mean Rosie had spoken to you about me?’ ‘Yes she has. She said you were interested in dating me.’ ‘But you are. .. she's your daughter for hells sakes!" He barked."So? Aren't you currently fucking my wife? Your mother?" I asked inquisitively, taking delight in the expression of his face upon hearing that. And upon having said that, sent out the signal to Maxine who I saw leave the shadows of her own hidden spot as she slowly walked up to Jared from behind."What?" You heard me," I said moaning, running the head of my prick up and down Stacy's split, the sounds of her very juicy pussy easily heard as I did. Note to philologists: Working women of Ada’s generation in Leicester and Nottingham would refer to their husbands as ‘the mester’ as a matter of course. Generally their husbands knew better than to take it too seriously). *** Wimbledon – finals day 1955. After I returned to Ashby from our first afternoon together, Philip and I spoke on the phone almost daily. On the Saturday following my first visit to Philip in Leicester, I was once again on the Leicester bus. Philip was waiting for me at the. She loved serving him, and had since that first day. She thought back and realized that they never fought or argued. Not once. She didn't always like what he decided, but even that wasn't very often. More often than not, he somehow knew what she wanted and provided it for her - usually without her asking. She did a lot of work, taking care of the house, seeing to all of Sean's needs - from the mundane to the sexual. She knew he appreciated everything she did, and that in and of itself made.