"Oh Rose, you must not bother Mr. Northam." No bother, Mrs. Whitcomb. Rose was just asking my opinion of marriage. I was telling her of my own desire ...to find the right life partner. So difficult it can be. Rose was telling me of Clarice's fine singing voice." I knew of Clarice's predilection to burst into song, with her mother conveniently at the piano, whenever suitors were abroad."Oh yes, Mr. Northam. Next time you are visiting you should hear her sing. She has a wonderful voice." She smiled. He said it’s all over. She began to cry. He consoles her, while doing so he was constantly looking at her cleavage. This makes her happy. She asks him to come home in evening. He said he can’t come as he has some official work. He assured her that he will come tomorrow. Then they left. But he was admiring her huge swinging ass. She knows it, so she makes it more shakes.Next day in evening she waits impatiently for his arrival. He comes at 8.o clock. As she opens the door he straight away. Her hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, riding high on her head. Her breasts were encased in a tight leather halter with chains hanging from it, and her hips were covered by a low-riding leather miniskirt. Her outfit was completed by knee-high leather boots on five-inch heels, and leather sleeves that ran from the back of each hand to the elbow.The rest of her was bare, and I realized for the first time that she had an amazing figure. Her breasts were large and seemed very firm, her. ‘Yeah, just like I expected. You two are like most other people. I suggest you stand and watch a free range hen scratch for its food and while watching think about the possibility of one day you or more likely your descendants grinding out a living as basic as that.’ They stared at him. ‘The upside is you’d have much more time for sex.’ Their laughter sounded rather hollow. As Leo said he must go, Jane smiled wickedly and said, ‘If you came by bicycle we could give you a ride home?’ ‘No thanks..