"You're a smartarse," she told him. "Maybe that's why I like you." Suetonius was Roman Governor of Britain at the time of Boudicca's revolt," Suetoniu... told them. Those around the fire within earshot craned forward. They loved to hear a story and many thought it was going to be a good one. "See, Boudicca was the wife of the chief of the Iceni tribe, based around modern Norfolk. Her husband died and, according to the traditional code of the Britons, his wealth and title should be passed to her.". She blushed profusely, but agreed with a coy smile. I took her to a lodge. There we had drinks. I undressed myself even as she eyed me without batting her eyelids. I pulled her close to my bare chest and held her. Blushing, she put her arms around me. The fragrance of the scent used by her fueled my desire. I imprinted a deep and passionate kiss on her rosy wet lips, sending waves of desire through her body. I caressed her gently. Passion built up in me and encouraged by her blushing cheeks. It was hard and I wanted her to fuck me, she put two fingers in my cunt, I told her I wanted another one, she shoved the third one in my tight hole, and began to work them in and out roughly. I rocked my hips, and took my hand and started to flick my clit with my finger as she licked one side, and finger fucked me hard. I knew I was going to cum, I warned her and she pulled her fingers out and shoved her tongue into my pussy. My legs tightened as I came in her mouth. We had dressed and I kissed. It took a bit of searching, but I finally located the story. "Local businessman shot to death," ran the headline. Underneath, "Killing at historic inn" was the subhead. Of course, I thought. The Mist River Inn.I read on. The murderer had not been found. The reporter hinted that the Chief of Police knew more than he was telling, no surprise. Victim leaves wife (my mother), small son (me). Reporter finds wife tight-lipped, preparing to leave Cleaver's Mills permanently.I remembered almost nothing.