OK guys here’s a few photos from last Fridays meet with Clive and Pauline. They have agreed to let me post these to you all but as you will Clive has cropped the ivideo so that Pauline cant be recognised. I hope that doesn’t spoil it too much for you all. Clive tells me if there… Continue reading Peter and Pauline
My fuck with Frank had been the most erotic thing I had ever done but somehow, even though I didn’t get fucked myself, this beats it. I think the fact that there were the four of us in the room but two of us just voyeurs with my own husband, my faithful husband, hard as… Continue reading Wow!
I posted a couple of stills of this outfit earlier in the week and everybody seemed to think that getting dressed instead of undressed was not a good idea for a photo shoot. Mmm, I wonder if you will still say that after watching the video. Although I say so myself (and Peter most definitely… Continue reading This weeks update
It seems some of my Twitter followers are not up to speed with this weeks grand event so here’s the detail. If you have read previous blogs you will know that we are working our way through our sexual bucket list and tomorrow it is Peter’s turn to get fucked. We have corresponded with a… Continue reading Tomorrow
I’m trying to make up for last weeks lack of posts so here’s a quick report on last nights game from Smithsville! We were both still really tired from last weeks trauma and Peter had had a long day at work to we were just going to sleep. I was spooned into his back and… Continue reading Last night
Poor Peter. I leave him at home to go and look after my sledge hammer wielding Mother; in charge of kids, cooking, cleaning etc and then on top of that I ask him to do the weekly update on the website. What a treasure he is. I wonder how I can possibly reward him? Any… Continue reading New update on website
I thought having a couple of kids caused enough stress without ones parent giving added problems. A 4am phone call telling me my Mother had been rushed to hospital led to a furious dash down to Southampton fearing the worse. The phone call had been vague but indicated a heart attack and upon my arrival… Continue reading Who’d have parents?