Is Randy here?" "No Brandon, you just missed him. He's gone to take his finals, but he'll be home at around four. Would you like to wait for him?" "Su...e Mrs. De Carlo, if you don't mind." "Call me Maria, Brandon, no need to be so formal." Brandon really liked Maria. She always had a smile, and always treated him nice. Brandon always checked her our when he thought no one was looking. For a woman in her late forties, she still had a great body. She suggested Brandon go down to the basement and. . I was ... Oh! It doesn’t matter, you are here” and with that gave a lingering kiss that enable him to slip under the folds of the gown and feel the softness of her enormous tit and realise that under the gown she was nude. “Would ... would you like a cup of tea or have you something else in mind?” she asked with a grin. The invitation was obvious. “A cup of tea would be great Cathy”, he replied. “The other would need a lot of attention and a lot more time”. She just smiled but made no attempt. We turned around and headed back toward the keep. I was not looking forward to the ride. I was suddenly very much missing cars with comfortable leather seats. The horse bounced me along, and I held on as best I could. Damn horses. Someone should start inventing a car right now. We entered the wood without speaking. One of the soldiers a head of me in the line was whistling a wonderful Highland ballad. I knew it was that, because Cien hummed it himself and Tilda said it was his favorite song. I. She knew he had a bit of a fixation on the daughter and it didn't bother her at all to call him "Daddy" when the lights were out. At this point, Bonnie knew that the two personas had merged into one and in many respects the resulting personality was superior to either party. It was true that the witch was powerful, but Bonnie had a strong personality of her own and it went back generations into the mystical beginnings of the region and the beliefs of the "Old Ones" ones who had knowledge of.