‘Let’s all go out somewhere nice on Saturday evening for a meal… we can make it a joint celebration when Emma passes her driving test tomorrow. ... absolutely know that she will.’ ‘OK if that is your wish… my gallant knight… then your boon shall be granted,’ she chuckled. ‘It will be my treat… I will book somewhere…. No arguments, OK?’ ‘Thank you my queen,’ I grinned, standing and giving her a mock bow. ‘Where ever you choose will be Camelot to me.’ I didn’t know why I said that it just seemed. "Their time 'together' had gotten steadily darker ever since.Stealing the painting was the simplest part of the whole project. Thanks to Walter's reconnaissance, I would have been able to walk right into the entryway while the maid was vacuuming upstairs, but I wanted to leave a trail showing me coming into the house. That way, they could waste some time trying to find me before they reported the theft. I picked a spot not too far out and stepped out of the shadow of a tree on the edge of the. Not knowing what had been going on downstairs, and thankful for my help, Sen said it was a good idea, as a “thank you’.The movie had already started when Sen and I sat down to watch it. It wasn’t porn, but close to it. It was about a guy that went to live with a woman and took advantage of the daughter. When the movie first started, I was on one end of the L-shaped couch, Sen was in the middle and Lynn sat at the best part, the part facing the tv. She started out with her feet on the floor,. He heard Tom chuckle – but he was soon to be disabused of this notion. Next Martin felt him in front of him, pushing something on to his feet. Again not leather or rubber, something softer than that – silk! A stocking! A woman’s stocking. He felt it being pulled up his leg and then fastened to the straps that dangled down. The same thing was repeated on the other leg. Yet there was something so sensual about the feel of this on his legs. Again his cock hardened further. His mind was in a whirl..