Morton Hall was located not far from the bank, a well maintained manor house surrounded by a small park that reached down to the water. There was even...a decent stone landing, and Anson could reach the shore without drenching his shoes.He gave orders for the crew to wait by the boat and limped up the gravel path towards the manor house. It was difficult because his crutch sank into the gravel with each step.He was slightly self-conscious about his outer appearance. The prize money had not yet. She reached down and pulled Amelia's drawing from her purse. It was folded, but she didn't need to see it to know what it depicted. She carried the tear-stained picture everywhere and had looked at it many times since Amelia had given it to her that Christmas night over two months ago. It was their secret.As she held that precious piece of paper, she smiled at the memory of that day.She had been so nervous at the thought of seeing Bret again and joining his family for Christmas dinner. Somehow. ’ She told her, softly, but Anne shook her head. ‘I’m not sure I could handle that, not yet. I’ll put some of Stan’s music on, and drink some wine, and lose myself in a book for a while.’ Anne’s eyes were bright, but her expression was resolved. She finished with a softly voiced command, ‘Go!’ Denise took Anne’s hand for a moment, then released it and whirled to Stan. She felt almost shy as she reached for him and said, ‘Stan…’ Stan took her hand and led her upstairs. On the way up, his last. After some adjustments I finished up riding his face with one leg out of my denims, holding him between my slightly buckled legs, by his hair and drinking from my glass with my other hand, in similar fashion to a cowboy riding his horse and holding the saddle horn, except in my case my ass was gliding across his chin and nose, coating his face with my vaginal slime, and after my orgasm, holding onto him a little longer to release some more fluid into his mouth and ease my bursting bladder, such.