As she straightened up, dried bits of mud fell from her face, and a small cloud of dust hovered in front of her for a moment, before falling to the gr...und.She looked up at me, and took one of the cups, with a grateful nod. "Thanks Steve. You've no idea how nice this is." Nice for me too, Anthea." Don't call me that!" I won't, so long as you call me Steven." Oh, sorry Steven." She looked at me then, and saw my smile. "Bastard!" You know, every time you speak, some more mud cracks off your face.". ‘What sails, Arabella?’ Grayson said quickly. Arabella smiled and turned, pointing into the bay at the sails now coming into view from behind the castle. ‘Those sails, dear brother. The Stewart’s.’ Grayson’s face beamed as he looked, as did Glenn’s. The bottom’s of the birlinns scraped into the coral beach and five men jumped down from the lead boat. A bushy mane of bright, red hair adorned the heads of three, while the other two were fair-haired blondes. Braedon Stewart stood six feet, two. “This Sunday baby, please? You know exactly what I want and need,” I tease as I have him close to orgasm, so close.“Leave it to me baby,” He tells me in the after glow. On the Sunday after we shaved each pubes, we showered together and anticipated sharing a new man. “Tell me about the man you have organised for me today baby? Or is it us? Are we both going to have him?,” I ask already aroused at the sexual pleasure I am anticipating.“Us, I want us both to have him. A big surprise for you baby.. That’s a good weekend.”“Not bad,” I grinned.I let grandpa take me to lunch at the diner again. We had a couple of conversations with people who were at the races the night before. I was congratulated again, and they said they looked forward to seeing me race more.By 1:30, I was ready to head home.Back at home, I chanced a quick nap before ice cream time came. My slumber interrupted, not once, but twice with phone calls to my new line. Shelby called to bug me, bored on a sleepy Sunday. I told.