She might be Linda Lovegood's little sister, but if my intelligence report from last night was even half accurate, her big sister still had the better...tits, but I decided not to hold that fact against her. Never complain about the view of a bare set of breasts, especially if the gal also has a magic wand and knows how to use it.The desert was now gone and we were now parked in the middle of a beautiful meadow near a stream that flowed down a gentle hill towards a lush forest. The air was so. Its a beautiful house, but it was ugly to live here. My step-father's abuseof alcohol pretty much made sure of that, and his mental and physical abuseof us sealed the deal, until one by one, we all left him behind.And never looked back, until me, right now.I wasnt sure he was still here, last I heard he had cancer so its possiblehe left here, or even died.But I had the urge to know, if I could, so I went up to the door and rangthe bell.A pretty young Filipino girl answered it, and I said, "i'm. ‘Hmm?’ Cassie said, looking up at him with those eyes of hers. Chris was momentarily distracted before he ruthlessly brought himself back to what had to be done. ‘Cassie, I haven’t been,’ he faltered, but took a strong breath and continued. ‘I haven’t been faithful to you throughout our marriage.’ He could feel her stiffen against him, and watch as the inevitable hurt filled her eyes. Cassie felt as though someone had dropped something heavy on her chest, and was now slowly smothering her.. That surprised me. I thought she would be, but she wasn’t. In fact, she was little impressed it wasn’t later. I offered to go back and return in few hours. She said it probably wasn’t a good idea. We went to my cabin to talk. She noticed your shirt. She said she used to wear uncle’s shirts all time. Even when he was there. She said he always smiled when she did.” She paused thinking of something.“I think seeing you wear one of my shirts would make smile too.” He said.“I wore your shirt to bed.