“Where are you going?” Lydia asked. XXX I watched Lydia struggle with her concience. She still held her skirts, “Sit on the seat edge,” I ordered as I lowered my trousers. For my part little this impinged on my pleasure, I suppose Lydia imagined it to be her sole opportunity to have children and she took every means at her disposal to get my seed deep into her womb. “Where are you going?” Lydia asked. The 10.20 had been cancelled and we had stopped to pick up the remainders. Her quim was quite pristine and her pubic hair neatly trimmed. I kissed her. Her voice wavered, “ If it might spare poor Emma then I shall submit,” she answered. “Unfortunately Lydia came without her luggage, can we find her a nightdress
