" Don't worry sir; your letters will be safe with me. I would very much like to be a King's messenger." He said saluting me with the clenched fist of ...he right-hand to the forehead.After sending the letters, I returned to the house and stable, gave the horse a good rub down and feed. I was getting good at doing this, but I had to get someone else to do it for it was very time-consuming work caring for a horse. It wasn't like a car where you just switch it off and park it in the garage.Returning. " And arising I was, indeed I was arising. Caressing her round hips, letting my hand slip down to the naked undulating curves of her lower heat-emitting cheeks, and yes, indeed I was arising, rising to the occasion."Turn around, turn around, lovely Amelia. I want to admire your wondrous backside, your inspiringly curvaceous bottom, your classically sculpted ass. You are a work of art, and I will play the part of art critic." (She allowed that she would rather be here in bed with me than on. For the next two hours, all I thought about was my nasty azz wife and how good she was at teasing and taunting people with her sexy fucking body. She really loves to play with the big rigs and loves getting really nasty for them. Since there are no kids to worry about just onlooking adults, she goes wild for them. It makes me so wild with desire when she plays like this and she knows it. Booty shorts, micro mini skirts, thong bikini sets, T-back sets, nasty lingerie, being topless, are some of. Any resemblance between the characters and any actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy or redistribute this story without the author’s permission. This story takes place in the fictional city of Springfield, California. It is also the fifth part in an ongoing series. ————– ———————— ‘Dawn . . . oh shit, we’re gonna be late!’ Jeremy wasn’t really that worried about it. It was Torrie’s birthday, and a bunch of people were getting together for dinner and for a.