Your loyalty and adherence to your wedding vows is indeed touching."Barstow jumped up but the Serjeant quieted him giving Sir Archibald a glare."My ap...logies," the barrister said glibly. "In truth, the witness' conduct is of course deplorable." No tomfooleries, no play-acting for the spectators' benches, if you please!" the Serjeant said sharply.Bowing, Sir Archibald sat down.Next, Mr. Barstow called Miss Wharton. She was questioned much about the handling of the food in her kitchen, about the. Lifting her up and against him all at once…as her body presses to his he deepens the kiss, their tongues dance and explore each others warm mouths… he feels the heat from her skin where his hand is…her heart beats with his as her breath quickens…she runs her fingers through his short light brown hair as she feels his hand run down from the small of her back to cup her ass as he tightens his grip in her hair…ending the kiss he pulls her head back as she looks up into his eyes…seeing the fire. Then, he straightened up the guest room to leave no evidence of his rendezvous. He placed a call to Katherine to tell her goodnight. He showered and went to bed.The next day was Thursday. He got up pretty early and went for a quick jog. After drinking a smoothie, he showered and got ready for work. While sitting on the train, he fired off a text to his buddy Mahmood.-You’re playing tonight. Right?-Absolutely.-K’s outta town. Wanna have a beer after the game?-Have to check with gf. But sure. She backed away, looking like a frightened rabbit one moment and a hungry vixen the next.“Well, aren't you just as pretty as your mother?” I grinned.She swallowed, the hungry vixen in her winning out over the frightened rabbit. Her virgin body wanted to prove herself a woman. And who better to do that with than a man who'd fucked her mother? She put on a coquettish smile, trying to stand in a pose that flattered her body's slim curves.“Just beautiful,” I grinned, advancing on her.Chapter.