‘We will return to this on the morrow,’ my father said quickly. The discussion was over in a flurry of bows the king did not slow to watch. He was...off with a silly grin on his face. It hit me then, my mother had used me to set up a dalliance. Images came unbidden to my mind, and I forced them away. I would just have to assume my father would accept the apology. <,<,<,<,<,>,>,>,>,>, Happiness has many definitions. To some, it was measured in wine, women and song. In others,. You're and good piece of ass, I like how tight you are...' Exhausted and sore I asked Ron '...let me up, you've had your fun...' Ron said '...we still ain't finish, I'll let you up and we'll start again...' Dumbfounded I looked at Ron and wiped the seat from his brow saying '...you need to rest, besides my butt,...you've fucked it raw...' I could feel Ron's thick shaft begin to throb again, I pushed him up and as he raised up on his knees I pulled my leg back and started to turn over to get up.. "It makes no difference to me," I sighed "decide which you want, I will take the other." Very well," she replied, "I will take the lower berth."I nodded my agreement and went back to staring out of the window, I heard the woman moving around, in the glass I saw her attempting to take down one of her cases, with little joy. Turning in the seat I looked at her, rose, took down the case she was reaching for and sat down again, all without speaking a word."Thank you." She said as she opened the. Today’s luncheon with the two best friends was all about Christmas gifts for the best boss ever and other such matters. ‘What do you get for a man who has it all?’ Spencer groaned over a much-needed Martini. ‘Come on Ems, you’re the brains in this friendship — think!’ The diminutive blonde scrunched up her face and pushed her glasses up on her nose as she always did when in deep thought. She looked over at Spencer, her best friend and wished they could both come up with an idea, but thinking.