“Pete, you didn’t have to pick me up yet, you could have gotten me on the way to the rink!” she exclaimed. “This way you are driving back and ...orth, why?”I told her that by agreement with Linda and Rosie, since Mandy’s birthday was next week, we could give her presents to her that night instead of on Monday. I told her that this was a surprise for Mandy, and that she would probably want her there when she was opened her present. She raised her eyebrow at me, then said OK. She said she had not. Florence was on her own now. What should she do? Walking through the village she saw her former master getting out of his horse drawn carriage and caught his eye. He paused a moment as if to ask her how she was but then, seeing her bump, he quickly got back into his carriage. ‘Go on then, run – it is yours you know!’ she yelled historically, angry that he chose to ignore her. ‘Nonsense girl, we know of your doings in the stables!’ and like a flash horse carriage, driver and passenger were gone,. It was a bit oversized but very cozy with it’s rich wood paneling and a stone fireplace that made the coldest winter nights fade into the distance. Of course being August, there was no need for a fire but still it added warmth to the overall ambiance of the room. There was a large over-stuffed sofa done in shades of gold and two matching chairs set at either side of the fireplace. The floor was carpeted in a thick pile that invited folks to stretch out and relax I’d certainly done just that on. I felt so nasty knowing what was about to happen. As I was idly playing with my now soaked pussy, I heard the sound of Karen's CFM heels coming up the hallway. She always wore the sexiest heels - I don't remember a time when she wore anything else - because they made her legs look longer and made her look and feel sexier. The footsteps stopped and then the door opened. Karen stood there in the doorway looking like an angel. She was wearing the most darling little sheer green babydoll lingerie.