"Flushed, she glanced at him as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "Supper is at eight," she informed him as she walked to the door. "I usually co...k some oats and milk with a touch of honey. They say it is most agreeable for the stomach and aids restful sleep. Now, I shall take my leave so you can unpack your baggage and settle in." With that, she closed the door and went on her way with more than just the daily chores on her mind.*It was three days hence and the fading light shone through. It was somewhat like Angela’s and Roger’s wedding with much “pomp and circumstance.” It would be a pretty wedding. I noticed a good contingent of the Royal Guard covering the entrance.King Marcus would escort his daughter down the aisle. He and I were standing together for a moment. “Jar, it’s a little more elaborate than yours but not by much. I hope it will go off as well.” He looked at the bulge at my back. “I see that Berthold has equipped you.”“Yes, Sire. He’s trying to cover all the. I learned that any profession needs hard work. It might seem different on the surface, but then if you think better, you might find all the little difficulties any job can have. So, surprise me. Tell me about your weird job.”“OK, then. I make pipes. Tobacco pipes, to be clear,” he said in a breath, leaning on the back of the chair, wiping beer’s foam from his mustache.She glared at his mouth, licking her lips. In her head, a few dirty thoughts were taking place. She was wondering how the. As he got nearer to his truck, he thought he saw someone sitting in the front seat. He figured it was a figment of his imagination because he wanted to be home with Ann, his cock sunk deep in her delicious pussy.As he got closer the passenger door opened and Ann climbed out wearing, of all things, her light spring coat that reached to just below her knees. Just as he reached her, the coat fell from her body and all he could do was stare, wondering if his mind was still playing tricks on him..