I am not giving the brownies back, though," I added, eating the remaining crumbs in my hand.She sighed, probably in relief rather than frustration. "I...keep thinking that if you weren't watching that television, or didn't remember stumbling across that hole earlier..."I told Mrs. Keremough a completely fabricated story of nearly falling down the same hole a few months ago. In fact I don't think I was ever at the dump, but hopefully that would not be something the police would be checking on.As I. " I grabbed her hand and d**g her off to my bedroom."So what do you want?" she asked, standing over me as I collapsed into the bed. I rolled over and eyed her."You wanna suck my cock?" I asked her."For fifty points, you know I do," she said with a smile."Of course," I said."Get undressed then," she said. She slowly swayed her hips back and forth as she watched me peel my shirt off. She was wearing a high-waisted charcoal grey skirt that fell to her knees. Her beautiful C-cup tits were concealed. Through the glass doors and into the museum, my mind kept trying to drift back to school field trips, quite possibly the last and only time I had ever been to a museum. I remember Mrs. Ferguson walking us in an ordered line through the building, while a guide made comments about what we were seeing. I remember snickering when we walked near paintings that showed people naked and the look she would give us, glasses on the end of her nose, her disapproval clear of our childish lack of. Rowena did her best to bring her back up out of the doldrums of her despair but the damage done in the incident was compounded by the cavalier attitude of the Sheriff’s deputy that did his best to shift the blame to poor Lady Elaine in an attempt to give cover to King John’s highly valued mercenary forces. She sensed it might be too late to bring Lady Elaine back from the precipice of loss of sanity but she felt much better for having at least made the effort for her old friend.The acceleration.