‘This is Morwendor, Master Gridath-‘ ‘Ah!’ the cook interrupted and leaned over the counter, pushing his fat, moustached face forward. ‘Say ...’isn’t so, Deln, she’s but a wee little thing!’ ‘Deln? I do not understand his word-speak,’ Morwendor grumbled, still grasping one of his arms with both hands. The cook was staring at her, but she didn’t want to match his gaze, there was something greedy about the way he looked at her, like he was contemplating her as a serving of food. ‘Morwendor, this is. Just then, she walks towards Brittanys walk in closet and a splinter is stinking out of the door frame and her the side of her hose caught on to it and pulled some of the nylon thread causing runs to form. She looks down and feels the runs and looks horrified and does a little yelp. Meg and Brit look at her and I literally said "oh god". Just then, the zipper opened up a bit, and a bit, and a bit more, opened up slowly and it blasted down the rest of the way down to the top of her ass. The. I had a duffel bag in the car truck with extra cloths and an old pair of running shoes in it. So I got out of the car and went to the truck to get my shoes, and by the time I returned to the driver’s side and got back into the car I was soaked. I looked down and my t-shirt was soaked, like in a wet t-shirt contest, you could make out my breasts and nipples through my shirt. I put on my shoes and since it wasn’t cold out, I decided to go for a little walk in the rain. Out I went, it. "My doesn't that look inviting," Henry mused. Evelyn looked up at her husband. He was a little sun burned and needed a shower. "I thought we might walk down to the pub and have dinner and a few drinks tonight. It is too hot to cook," she said. "Sounds good to me," Henry answered. "It's a date then. Get showered while I dress and we will get going then," announced Evelyn. She was excited about the idea of having a date with Henry and then coming home to have sex. When she had toweled off she.