" He replied, looking into her eyes.The naked guest stepped out of the tub and Helen dried him off. She then took notice of his growing gun as she too... him to her bedroom.Helena briefly looked up at him and said, "That gun of yours has grown. Do I have something to do with that?" Well, do I, Mr. Naked Man?" The bold, sexy samaritanness said in a soft, sultry voice as she opened her robe. With both of his hands, he softly caressed her hourglass figure. He then ran his big, warm hand up the back. Killing the moment she whispers in my ear, telling me that I had just drove right past her house, slowly removing my hand from under her shirt she winks at me and says ‘who says it has to stop here?’ Stepping out of the car and opening the door for her she grabs hold of my hand and leads me inside her house, upstairs and into her room. Sitting me on her bed she tells me to wait a few minutes, as she needs to change into something a lot more comfy. Gaping at her ass as she walks into her. All of his weapons were still in their sheaths. His face was disfigured with the agony of his death, and so blue that it appeared black. Even the tongue protruding from his lifeless mouth was dark.Duke Randall was pale at the news. He'd stood outside the queen's chambers himself that night, taking his guard rotation with his men, and hadn't heard a sound.The queen seemed unconcerned, almost as if she'd known what happened before she was told."Have the guardsmen take a wagon and go to Count. It must have been quite a night, Keith thought to himself. Underwear strewn around the lounge, empty ice cream cartons and a large black strap-on dildo on the floor. He sat down at the kitchen table and watched Chrissie as she made the coffee. He loved to watch Chrissie. She grabbed the kettle, filled it with water and switched it on. Reaching up to get a mug for Keith’s coffee, Chrissie’s robe slid up her thighs, revealing the curve of her bottom. Keith smiled. As she waited for the kettle to.