I was trying to get the dirt on this lady. Nice lady, really. Anyway. I was supposedly there to get help on a history paper. But she somehow found out...I was a reporter. She bought the paper I worked for. Turned out that I was really being interviewed for the editors position while I was trying to get the dirt on her. I blew it. I was so wrapped up in the farce I was involved with I threatened to write my story about her anyway. She rightfully fired me. I could have ended up with a dream. He was thinking furiously as to where Scotland's best interest might lie on this issue and all the answers he was coming up with suggested joining forces with this Alfred to fight the Danes would be his best course of action."My friend, I'm sure Alfred didn't send you here to simply share the news of his troubles. What is he looking for from the Norse-slayer?" Sire your reputation is known, your success against Vikings legend. You and your people are native to this land, not invaders. Alfred. We have a maid, Kavita , she is from our village and sort of my aunt, dad’s distant cousin. She is a little plump and in her early forties. As it was holiday my parents decided to go to the village and left me alone as I don’t like traveling much.Next day, as I was alone in the home, decided to watch porn with audio without headphones as nobody was there in the home and began watching it and was yanking. Suddenly Kavita came in my room as she has the spare key to our house and saw me yanking. I moved the food into the lounge room so the men could graze at will. I made sure glasses and plates were available. Finally everything was done. The men were all seated, eating and drinking and they watched the pre-game interviews and guesswork. Stepping up behind the couch I leant over it to give Victor a goodbye kiss, since I was leaving to meet Helena. As I was bent over, a naughty hand curled around my long legs and slipped up under the tight skirt I was wearing. It rubbed my mound through.