”Reg’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “I don’t know the routine, Frances.”“It is easy, Reg. We put you outside the front door before midnig...t, and once midnight has chimed, you knock on the door and we let you in. You hand over your gifts and say something like, “May this New Year be a blessing on your house.”“Gifts? What gifts, Frances?”“A pound coin, for the blessing of wealth; a piece of coal, to keep your hearth warm; a piece of Black Bun and a piece of shortbread, to represent the blessing. His tongue sloshed through her ass crack moistening it as it snaked towards her asshole. She moaned when she felt his warm tongue one her asshole for the first time. She moaned loudly, but it muffled by Kiki’s hairy cunt as well as her own moans of pleasure. Betty felt Kiki’s hips begin to gyrate and sensed she was getting close. She wanted to push this nigga’s bitch over the edge so that she could enjoy her own orgasm. She stuck a finger into Kiki’s cunt as she licked her clit. Kiki’s moans. "Jon ... that's where I live."It was then my turn to gawk at what had just been said. Somehow, I managed to gasp out, "We're in 1403."Bree smiled, "1502."I whistled in a low tone, "Holy shit. What a small world. Wait, I thought that belonged to the Craven Family."Bree nodded, "That's my husband's name – Troy Craven. I kept my maiden name, Wilson."After a moment I said, "Well, my offer still stands. Come home with me."She smiled, "OK, I will." She added, "And ... your wife is really all right. They were lonely. They spent the three months of the slow voyage from New London to Settlement together in the haze of lust or love of a torrid shipboard romance. They spent their last night in the "Excelsior" in Settlement before going their separate ways.Lt Strathlawn found himself a patient in the McIndoe Foundation Regenerative Centre where his features were restored over nearly a year of work by the consultants of RMN Medical Service. Because of the long periods of 'doing nothing' involved.