I said we don’t really need to drink, but Natalie said she needed a beer and told me to wait while she ran back to the van for her drivers license. ...A minute later I noticed Natalie talking to our server by the door and showing her ID. The server kept looking at her face, and then the id, so I figured they were just messing around. She called over the manager and they both talked to Natalie so I started to wonder if this girl was old enough to drink? Natalie jumped back over into the booth. Her mouth was open and slack now.“Let’s go in the bedroom.” she said trying to contain the excitement in her voice.“No. Here.” he said as he unzipped himself.“In front of the bathroom sink? That’s a new one.”He yanked down his mother’s halfslip to the floor. She stepped out of it, still facing the bathroom sink. He grabbed the waistband of her girdle and pulled down roughly. It caught on the swell of her ass, and he pulled harder without much luck.“Ouch. Wait a minute.” She bend forward more,. It was rumored that the Hardcastle’s were not above mixing their seeds with a pretty Indian girl here and there and there was a branch of the backwoods family that was a bit more dark-complexed than the others. Jude Hardcastle was one of those fellas and he had a mean-streak that was wide enough to skin a rattlesnake. The Hardcastle womenfolk were generally plain looking with the exception of one or two like Harmony Hardcastle with her firm haunches and pert female breasts that pointed to the. But when he saw the movement in the window, he’d known. She was alright. She wasn’t dead or maimed. She was alive. A shallow breath escaped him and he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Looking at Hamish, he sighed. ‘I want to see the witch before her burning.’ Hamish nodded his fat head. ‘Of course, Cien. We’re so glad you’ve come to your senses. Alex was afraid that you’d never be freed of the witches spell.’ Cien nodded and followed Hamish into the keep. ‘There are two guards at her.