Wait 'till Trish gets a load of this!, he thought smugly to himself. That Knight chick is as good as laid!Once out of Davie's sight, he picked up his ...ace and strode briskly on, anticipating the night in bed with his gorgeous sexpot sister, confident that she would be alone when he returned to the bungalow. He kept expecting to meet the stiff proprietor on the path.He was totally unprepared for the sounds that drifted out the open window from the sequestered one-room house--sounds which. "He died fighting, if that helps any," said the mild-voiced man.Wendy shrugged. "A little, I suppose," she said.A shape moved into her vision, cloaked and hooded. "Here, drink this," the mild voice said and she felt a cup touch her lips. She drank. It was wine, and burned a little on her dry throat, but also moistened it. "You almost had your brains dashed out, I fear your skull was cracked a bit." Thank you for helping," said Wendy. "My name is Wendy."The man lifted the empty cup from her and. Waking up each day with a morning wood was pretty normal, and this sexy bitch would contribute to it – by exhibiting her lovely boobies in her deep-neck kameez and sticking out her bubble ass while working.Usually, when I woke up, she would be in my bathroom wiping the floor. She would do that by tying her kameez till her waist to prevent it from getting wet. Then she would bend over and do the wiping, while showing off her bubbly tight ass. Oh how badly I wanted to fuck her there and then! My. We’d talked about going abroad, but for some reason decided to visit some parts of the UK that Cassandra hadn’t been to before. Cassandra seemed to have a fascination with ruined castles and all things medieval. It was whilst discussing our honeymoon that I discovered that Cassandra had studied history at university. Yeah, all right, it did mean that I/we could phone into the office everyday and check that disaster hadn’t struck. Not that we didn’t trust the people we’d left in charge. Anyway.