Anne figured that the gold guineas and other money now in Mr. Maguire's safe would be plenty to meet her needs and some of her wants for several years... perhaps a decade. There were handshakes all around and a promise that a signed and sealed paper would be delivered to Queenstown within a week if all went well. Evidently other men were involved as investors and had to sign off on the agreement.From the back room of the busy factor's place, they walked toward the dock and heard the rat-a-tatting. We had now crossed the length of the courtyard, and I noticed this end of the guesthouse looked different to the rest. No doors were going into individual guest rooms here. There was just one big wooden door in the centre.My uncle opened the large door and welcomed me in. Now I realised the end of the guesthouse had been converted into a separate nice-sized family home. There was a comfy lounge area, and modern kitchen-diner off to the left. I dropped my bags by the door.I guessed my uncle was. Jason had been riding home from school when a dog ran in front of his bike and he crashed while trying to avoid the dog. He apparently hit a brick and concrete wall when his bike flipped on the curbing.The injuries were extensive, but most were superficial. He was wearing a helmet, so while he suffered a concussion and was unconscious, there appeared to be no lasting brain damage. The cuts scrapes and road rash were just going to need time to heal. He also had a broken wrist, sprained ankle,. As I was alone I had asked Armaan to stay back and boy was he strong or not. A 21-year-old kid with loads of energy and inextinguishable passion. His tongue buried deep inside me and I held him by his hair egging him to traverse deeper. Was shouting out.Deeper ! Deeper ! My love your tongue is magical.Armaan cared less and my moans ignited him to spring out his 6′ monster in his hand and scream in delight. He pulled my legs and laid me flat on the bed and was manhandling me. Spread my legs wide.