”“They will, of course. They are very proud of you. Mother would have liked you as her son in law. She is not enthusiastic about Rupert Palmer. He...is supposed to be a gambler, and rumour has it that he has squandered most of his fortune. I think Harriet made a big mistake, if it was her decision.”“Well, that cannot be changed. Enough of this. Shall we have another bottle?”“I’m sorry, Sir Anthony, but I need to get on my way.”“Right. I had better turn in as well. It has been quite a demanding. She was now in her blouse and black underskirt. She has tied her saree well below her navel. Her deep big navel was a plus point to her beauty. Her black bra can be seen through her transparent blouse. She came near me and stood on her knee. Now her mouth was near my dick. She slides down the underwear and 7 inch long dick came out of it. She took my dick in her mouth and started sucking it. I enjoyed it. I came to know that the bloody bitch is expert in sucking cock. After about 10 minutes of. Stacey squeezed and clenched me tighter with every last stroke, while her hips moved so forcefully that I wondered at moments if another Texas switch had put Xenia Onatopp in my bed. Well, that or a fucking succubus! Stacey lived up to the gingers’ fierce reputation as passionate lovers and then some. In any case, I was the prey, not the predator, here and I knew it. I was the mouse, not the cat. Stacey was absolutely the aggressor.Wow, I thought, much like Jason Biggs’ character from American. He closed his eyes and played. Under his voice, he began to sing.“I sing a song. A healing song. For I call to you. Bear, I call.”“I sing a song. A healing song. For I call to you. Bear, I call.”“I sing a song. A healing song. For I call to you. Bear, I call.”The sound of the drum and his own voice lulled Brett into calmness. He opened his inner eyes. Tall, dew drenched trees shrouded in the morning fog surrounded him. The scent of the rich loam of the forest floor wafted around him. Brett.