As she walked through the kitchen towards the lounge, she was stopped in her tracks by the sounds coming from there.“Fuck yes, harder, ram it in me,...fuck me deep.”Cathy couldn't believe her ears, the voice was, without a doubt, that of Sandra’s -- but she had been dead for six months.Tiptoeing to the doorway, she was greeted by a sight she had never expected to see. Tom was sitting in his armchair naked, stroking a formidable cock. His eyes were glued to the television screen.Cathy's eyes took. Her actions surprised him, but made a welcome change. Today there were no lessons, no hours of court sitting, no queues of advisers clamouring to press their point of view. The day was his to do with what he wanted. His mother the Queen was his teacher in matters of state now and, after she had forecast the first lowland snow of the winter, she had given him the day off. ‘Right, Connie,’ he said out aloud as he dressed himself, preparing to leave his modest lofty chamber, ‘you better have the. Now tell me your dilemma this time around." Katie went on to explain what had happened. I had become rather good at getting the gist of what she was saying through her huge amount of pointless details, and could usually tune out and still know the whole story in the end. But this time, instead of daydreaming about video games or a girl from Southeast, I found myself looking at her a lot more. She was, even in this disheveled and upset state, gorgeous. She was wearing relatively tight clothing. “Nice thinking, Rex,” Serra said as they made their way through the tunnel.“There are two rules when facing a superior opponent. First, never let ‘em see you bleed,” Rex said with a chuckle.“And the second?” Malik asked.“Always have an escape plan.”A short time later, the group had arrived at the grating nearest their ship. Malik went first, slipping out of the hole in the ground before helping Rex and Serra to their feet. But as they turned to make their way to their ship, they were greeted by.