“We men have some business to attend to and then we’re going for a few celebratory drinks. When we return Jennifer will know where and when we’l... be setting up our house.’ The meal passed noisily, with the women talking wedding dresses, engagement rings and Christmas while the men argued about builders, fences and stock. Immediately after lunch, Jennifer gave Peter a nod and he led the men out to their bikes. The women were about to organize Andrew’s Christmas surprise. The stock and station. What happens in Vegas, doesn't always stay there.The casino had been built in the early 1950's. At that time, it had been one of the fanciest in the area. But, progress had come, and bigger and brassier was the song being sung in Las Vegas. Sung to the tune of money passing from the hands of the foolish to the clubs, and to the people who ran them. As a result, this particular place was now a little off the beaten path. Overlooked by many of the tourists, but still popular enough with the local. We all miss you. Mom, Aaliyah, Ann, Kayleah, the other concubines. You're strong. You'll win and return to us!"A soft sigh escaped the nurse's lips. Her pussy spasmed about his cock as she came in her sleep. Her sheath massaged him. She was eager to be healed, instinctively knowing what she needed from her husband. His cock tingled, all the energy from the Panacea rippling through his aura, ready to be poured into her.He slammed into her. His cock erupted. Thick cum and awesome energy shot out. ‘You are so beautiful!’ I managed to gasp as she reached the last stair. ‘Thank you James,’ she smiled. ‘Shall we go?’ Tish held out her arm for me. I took it and escorted her through the front door to the car waiting outside. At the ball, we were announced as ‘Miss Letitia Gordon-Smythe and Mr James Bowden, Earl of Stratford’. Tish looked at me in surprise when the announcement was made. I don’t often use my title, but I had decided that it would be appropriate on this occasion. Well, I had.