I watched the covers slide down his stomach and droop over his hips. I am pretty sure I could make out the outline of his cock through the covers and ...t looked like quite an erection he had going on there. I reached under the sweatshirt and yanked off the towel, pulling it out from under the shirt. I watched the cover jump slightly but didn’t think about what I was seeing until moments later. “Relax.” I said. “I’ll wash them all tomorrow so you will have them for school.” I noticed he was. She pranced and posedadmiring how the tight pink skirt and matching heels were complimented by herloose white blouse. It was sheer enough to let her braless breasts show throughin the proper light but still retain a hint of mystery. Her necklace, braceletand earrings were all of crisp white diamonds that graced her with an aura ofreflected light.? Her honey blonde hairwas cut in a geometric style that curved around her patrician features. Hernails and lips glistened with the same pink hue as. "Really." Cynthia repeated. "And the real story, not the stuff that finds its way into all the papers." Like what?" Stephen asked, unable to totally stifle his curiosity."Well..." Cynthia pondered as she ran her manicured fingers across her lips. "I guess a fan like you deserves a little reward."Cynthia stood up to her full five foot five height and stepped over to the pictures on the wall. She pointed to the photo that Stephen had been admiring before."I assume you recognize the other woman in. I'm called "Lady" because me mother died a few years ago, so it's up to me to be called such, except, well, I'm not much a lady it seems. Just ask me father. He's Lord Patrick Carrolwyn, and no stauncher supporter of the King is there. Our land is called Nargarallin, and in the old tongue it means "Garden Of The Gods". We're good supporters of King Anglar, but as we live in the southernmost part of the country, we're right on the border, and that means we see an awful lot of the stinking.