“Dear god my head, my member, where are my breeches?” I demanded. XXX I stood behind her chair and thrust my hands down her cleavage spreading her dress and releasing her modest mounds. “Lie back you foolish wench,” I ordered and I forced her legs apart with my knee as a precursor to entering her. “Yes, concise and to the point I am afraid,” I admittted. I might still get caught.”
“I’ll just have my dinner then if you please,” I ventured. I ate mine. And then it was done. I handed the reins of my steed to my ostler and made my way indoors seeking my dinner. “You found us then.”
“Indeed though I own I thought at one stage we shoud fall over the edge of the world,” she admitted, “I have never been so frightened in my life.”
“Ah Aimscott scar, not for the faint hearted!” I agreed, “But come on in, send the cart
