..fucking hell! Sityourself down; you want a cup of tea?" Something... wrong?" he asked."Yeah, very. Don't worry though; you came to the right person....***Kirsten got dressed, and went into town. She wanted to experience whatboys do, but wasn't entirely certain what, precisely they did with theirtime, other than masturbate excessively and make trouble for theirsisters. Partly she was just enjoying the sensations of it all, her cockmoving in her boxers as she walked; the way other boys looked. Gently brushing his finger over the area he noticed she did not flinch but groaned louder. Still fingering her pussy, he began to eat it again, but with a special plan in mind. His head was held steady as she bucked up and down his tongue, so he slipped to a lower angle. This allowed his tongue to circle the tiny rosette, prodding it in terms to coax it open. Eva’s groans trailed off…then rose in fever pitch as he licked her ardently. Her writhing ass swallowed his tongue deep and eventually he. Darcy knew his actual workshop was out back, and everything he created was made to order.“Well, hello, Darcy. How are you today?” The clerk greeted her.“I’m fine and healthy, and hope you are as well, Lanie. How’s your husband and the kids?” “Pushing me to the edge of patience, as always,” Lanie answered with a laugh. “But life would be nothing without them, so all I can do is escape the house for a few hours when I can, and come to work.”“And let others test your patience,” Darcy commented. It’s definitely a castle, Phillip thought as he eyed the aged building. The walls were made of what appeared to be hand-hewn stones set in some type of mortar. The building wasn’t that large as far as castles went, he supposed, but it was definitely big enough to be inspiring. It consisted of what appeared to be three floors — at least there were three levels of sparse windows set in the thick wall that faced them. Each wall of the building segued into round protrusions some twenty feet in.