He was again playing the waiting game with the bitch from hell. As she ran her mouth about them being late, John was thinking his brother should shove...his cock in her mouth to shut her up. "Everything is fine Carol. Amy is packing her clothes and.....' Damn this bitch was running her mouth again so he waited and waited for her to pause. " I had a frigging flat tire on the way home. That is why we will be late. we will be there in about half an hour." again she took over the conversation until. He smiled a sheepish grin and suggested that everyone should retire to the great room and have dinner. Anastasia put her hand out stopping Tristan's movement toward the door."Where do you think you are going?" she asked, stepping into his path and crossing her arms."To dinner, with the rest of everyone," Tristan replied, hopefully."Back to bed," Anastasia ordered, pointing toward it. "I will bring your dinner up here." Anastasia is right, Tristan," Beriwen agreed. "You need your rest to recover. ”Rebecca fished the stone from her pocket and held it out to the old man. He stared at it for a long while, but it was her hand that held his attention.“Is this not the hand that was red and blistered when we met?”“Yes, it healed quickly.”“Gods of thunder!” whispered the old man. “It is indeed the key to the ivory veil.” He reached out a bony finger and touched the stone. “Thank you, my goddess.” Rebecca placed a hand over her womb, imagining she felt an impossible response from the hours-old. Slowly Cor had begun to roll her hips against Ashley’s and even though it was the same move she had done all night, Ashley suddenly realized the eroticism of it and how it pressed against her pubic mound. Ashley’s head had been spinning and her pussy growing damp by the time Cor lifted her head and broke the kiss. Dropping a light peck on Ashley’s nose, Cor had straightened up and pulled Ashley away from the wall. ‘God, I’ve wanted to do that for months,’ Cor had whispered. ‘Why didn’t you tell.