My Fiancee the kind hearted whore
Janice, my Fiancee, had come to keep me company and had stayed for several hours on both the Friday and Saturday night. She'd also sat down with other men a few times as she'd worked at the camp for 17 years so was quite well known there. As a 38 year old woman she still had a lovely slim body and small but pert breasts. It was on the Sunday night that a slightly overweight Chief Technician, who's name was Dave, came and sat next to her at the bar. We'd met, briefly, when he'd been...