Doing that enhanced our sex life for weeks afterward. We never had sex or even played with others however. There was no need for others in our bed. We... were adventurous enough, in love enough that we were all the other needed or wanted. Unfortunately, as we aged, especially after the birth of our son Charles time for sex began to become harder to find. The fact that we were both rising to positions of greater responsibility in our jobs (and the reserves for me) also reduced the time we had. It was no trouble at all to get his legs under himself and stand, even with his daughter clinging to his neck.Entering the kitchen, Kat and Rhiannon looked up from what they were doing with a smile.“Where have you been?” Rhiannon asked.“The summer country, according to Aibhilin.”Two pairs of eyebrows rose. “I suppose it was a dream,” Harry clarified. “I was in a wonderful place and Aibhilin – grown up – was holding my hand. She took me, flying, to visit my ... to visit Ruth. In the Cotswolds.. The Orchid Flower was a high class restaurant. The proprietor who introduced himself as Mr. Chatterdee met us at the entrance and asked us to follow him. The interior was most luxurious with low tables surrounded by low settees and many cushions. The cliental seemed to be mainly male and we had some looks of shock. Mr. Chatterdee led us through the main restaurant and into a Victorian-style glass house, where the same type of table and settees was set up for our party. It was quite cool in the. . you're loosenin' up, baby. Yeah, I can feel... uhhh... feel you loosenin' up," he groaned, shifting his weight into her thighs.Marcie's eyes glazed over, rolling up in her head. The agony continued. She was gasping in air with short, panting breaths. Her head spun around dizzyingly while her nostrils burned. The pressure and pain in her pussy made her cringe. And then... and then there was the final ripping feeling, the sensation her cherry gave the blonde teenager as it tore. Marcie let out.