And yet the best was yet to come.EventsDarlene stood on the sidewalk looking at the path leading up to the large house. It was an elegant, impeccably ...aintained, Victorian modern dwelling set back behind an equally well manicured pseudo-grass lawn. The house itself was painted in rich tan with avocado green trim. It got its cheery appearance from flowerboxes full of bright blooms below each window. Although only a few tens of meters off the busy boulevard on a residential side street, it was so. As my lips met hers, my fingers stroked them too. My tongue darted out, pulling back along the length of her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar. All thoughts of washing were gone, not that I had been kidding myself that that was my aim.She started to stroke my hair, curling her fingers and massaging my head, pulling me closer as she started to make small mewling sounds. My finger teased around her lips, parting them, rubbing them. I teased her vagina for a moment, then ran a thumb and finger the. I was moaning hard as he started going harder and faster."Ah Yeah...it's just....so..good! Fuck me Alex!" I screamed, I was totally lost in pleasure. He took it off and looked at me."You want it that bad?" He asked teasing me."You know I do! Get inside!" I said."I wanna hear you beg for it..." He said teasing me again."Please for the love of God stick it inside me again!" I screamed, I totally looked like some slut...but it worked, he stick it deep inside me, I opened my eyes wide as I felt his. ..I need a team, more investigative really to find the "Last Knight of the Crying Spire". That and an ancient Crosier. They..." You're loves again my lady?" Deavers asked softly. He and the chambermaid, Cherise, were the only ones the knew the Lady's story. She looked no older than thirty, maybe thirty five, but in actuality..."You think I'm crazy, and sometime I think I am as well. But...I just know...the Crosier got us together in the first place, and I have this feeling it will again, I just.