I quickly check the time on my mobile phone and realise i still have a good ten minutes before you are due to arrive. I take a deep breath against the...stares of the other people visiting the gallery. I seat myself slowly, feeling my skirt ride up a little i try to pull it down over my bare arse that is touching the bench from the rear spilt in my skirt feeling exposed. I imagine everyone in the room is staring at me with my tightly laced corset accenuating my waist and breasts almost. She had a few extra pounds on her, but nothing unattractive. Still hadn’t gotten rid of the freshman fifteen, I figured. “Bree’s gonna shit herself,” she said, then called at the top of her voice, “Hey, Bree!” I recognized the girl who walked into the kitchen. She had been at the breakfast table this morning. She was skinnier and smaller than Teri, wearing jeans and a pink tank top. She had brown hair which was piled on top of her head, and she was holding a bottle of Coors Light. When she saw. Once he pulled his limp organ out, she collapsed onto her side with a grunt and she laid there with her gaping hole winking at him with sloppy belches. There was only a small trickle of his seed while the majority remained deeply implanted as a slight swell low on her midriff. Her breathing was ragged those eyes had a vacant stare from his rough breeding, other than the rise and fall of her chest, she didn't move a muscle. Her waist was covered with a tangled mess of deep hash marks and some. Alex d Core vowed to bring his faithful filae home with him and to keep him as a friend forever. You see after the wars in the holy lands, Mahmot no longer had a home of his own. Having taken up with the Christen armies his brethren would have hunted him down and murdered him. It might have taken a long time to actually kill such a magnificent man, but in time it would surely happen.During his stint fighting the holy war, Alex d Core lost his father back on the family estates. It was nothing.