Glancing at Iris, she shook her head. ‘Don’t let that bugger bother ye none.’ Leaning closer over the table, she continued. ‘Was hundreds of ...years ago. The second Earl of Inverlochy in fact. The line died out when he died. ‘Twas a great loss.’ She paused and flicked a piece of fuzz off the cloth. ‘Lord Cien was his name.’ At the name I felt all the blood drain out of my face. ‘He was a great warrior, he was. Treated the serfs and noble alike, he did, or so ’tis said.’ She shrugged her. You should have seen her when she was sixteen." For-fuck's-sake, Martin. Get it out of your head. She's not Meg. That woman over there could be the biggest whore this side of Yorkshire for all you know. How long is it since you last saw her?" Ten years," I offered weakly."People can change a lot in ten years. You've transformed into an idiot in just two hours. God, Martin, what on earth is going on inside that excuse for a brain of yours!"I ignored that one and continued to articulate my train. As he massaged in the lotion from my calves to my lower back I was in heaven, completely relaxed, purring like a kitten and my sex soaking wet. The lotion stung the welts on my soft flesh but it was a nice sort of sting and I couldn't help spreading my legs a little to invite him to massage else ware. I wanted Mike's hard cock in me so bad I needed to show Mike that I was ready and willing for him. I rolled over on my side facing him, hooked my one arm around his neck and pulling him into me. At 5'10", I was very tall for a woman, and I was very proud to be curvy and full-bodied as well, a true BBW.Much of my weight went right to my thick butt and DD boobs. They had naturally begun to sag a little with age, but my husband still worshipped them the same as he did 20 years ago.My slightly curly black hair came down to my shoulders, mirroring my dark brown, nearly black eyes. High cheekbones, red lips, and a small chin finished off my pleasant, almost naive appearance.The unfamiliar.