My heart trembledwhen I saw the framed photograph Jeremy had sent her standingproudly on the mantelpiece. 'Cup of tea?' she called from thekitchen.'Lo...e one,' I said, standing in the doorway, 'let me help?''Get the cups and saucers down, love, the kettle's just boiled.'I turned around with the cups and saucers to find her staring atme, a smile on her face. 'You are beautiful, love, truly.'I blushed. 'Thanks, Mum.'She made the tea; loaded the tray and I carried it through tothe sitting room.. I saw tears forming in her eyes and I realised how hurt she was feeling. I put my arm round her shoulder to try to comfort her but she was tense and tried to shrug it off. But I persisted and drew her to me. She let go, weeping quietly at first, and then sobbing hard as her face buried itself into my neck. In between huge sobs she said, "How could he... do this to me... I thought... he loved me."Of course he loved you, silly thing, he didn't forget you did he? How many girls your age are. Between being terribly nervous, and the richness ofthe food, he decided that smaller portions would be prudent.Neither Knight missed that the young man dined like a proper lady,unlike the two men who finished off the soup and a loaf of bread each.Aislin however just didn't want to walk into his grandmother's housesick to his stomach."So she can read." Sir Nevan whispered to his cousin.To both young men, the raven haired beauty remained a mystery. Besidesher clothes, which rivaled anything the. ”As I worked my way through the address book on my mobile to locate Jeremy’s number Steve began thrusting inside me. I called my husband’s mobile and within a few rings he answered.“Where on earth are you?” he sounded exasperated and impatient.“I’ll be with you in a few minutes...just...chatting...sorry,” I said biting my lower lip as I felt myself being fucked from behind by some hunky cockney misogynist. As I ended the call Steve began thrusting faster and in casting my arms aside I flung the.