"Good night, Herbert. Have a good day tomorrow, and enjoy your Sunday. And when Miss Ethel comes in tomorrow, ask her to finish off retouching Mr Hamm...ond's portraits for me, there's a good lad. 'Night!"The door closed, and the figure - Mr Spreadbury, perhaps - set off down the street, whistling to himself.Russ, his pulse racing, waited until he had gone, then came back up into Archdeacon Street and scraped the mud from his shoe on the edge of the kerb. That was a bonus, anyway. Ethel wasn't in. Once Marie was allowed to go home after the standard 24 hour post-partum testing, things got worse when I was putting little Kitty—I gave her the fitting name after my wife had rejected her—into her car seat to come home with us. Marie didn't want an "animal" in the same car with her.I begged Marie. "She's our daughter, hon. Our daughter. She needs us."She shook her head. "That thing is not coming into our house. Never!"There was little to do but shrug. "Will you let me drop her off. I would be embarrassed to repeat the compliments but my ego grew and as the situation became clearer, so did my cock. “I think I deserve a reward for introducing you,” said Liv and leant in to kiss me. And so the evening began.Our mouths met in a passionate meshing. I had an arm around each of them and slid my hands along their backs, down to their rounded buttocks and back again, delighting in feeling the thin cloth slip and slide over their bodies. Stella leant in to me and began a gentle. They just could notbelieve their luck.?And you say there?s no danger.??Gosh no! Well as far as I can discern. Well unless he?s got some madlodgers or something. As far as I know, he lives there alone and he?s acouple of years older than Grandma, so that makes him mid eighties. He?svery frail and a perfect sweetie. He couldn?t hurt us even if he tried.??Well I?m dying to meet him again,? pronounced Emily. ?Just how couldGrandma have been so cruel as to break off with him???Apparently it?s all.