Sir Galin, one of his Knight Brothers, came to stand beside him. His plated armor clinked with each metallic step. His surcoat was torn along the left...shoulder, a macabre bloodied red skull being crushed beneath the swing of a red warhammer. One meaty hand grasped the weapon that was his family’s coat of arms, the other holding his plumed helm. His bald pate shone in the sunlight, and his shag of a beard grew more gray every day. A lumpy scar creased the left side of his cheek, just below his. “Mrs. Whitfield?”It was a question this time, I could tell by his face. Yet he had a sort of smile that lit up the whole of his face.“Err yes; yes, sorry I was miles away there.”He slowly looked me up and down letting me know he was doing it. Normally I would have either slapped him or said something but he had this sort of confidence about him. His gaze settled on my breasts and I tilted my head down wondering where they showing my excitement. What I saw, should have made me move in fear but. Go figure, she had to play the flute. It used to kill me to hear that damn practicing every night from her bedroom. All the times she missed the correct keys and the screech that followed. She was twe**e when the all of the events took place. I had just turned fou** een. Patricia was only about 5”t 4” and had green eyes and light brown hair down to her shoulders. She was a little hefty but that was mostly baby fat. It was during the football season that I started paying a little more attention. Adam woke on the next morning feeling great. Saturday, the whole weekend ahead of him, and today was his birthday. His sixteenth birthday. Legal from today for him to have sex. Yeah, great, now all he needed was someone to have sex with. Images of his Mom flashed into his mind. God, she was so hot. Even his mates from school who called round all agreed about that.He wondered briefly what she did for sex. After all, she was still young, very hot, and since Dad had gone five years earlier, she.